The cool rain pelts through my clothes as I sprint over and inside, but nothing can dampen my mood. The place is almost empty, and I quickly order our fries and add two strawberry milkshakes for good measure. Making my way back to the car, I slow down to avoid spilling anything, getting thoroughly soaked in the process.
When I open the car door, Amelia reaches over and takes the milkshakes so I can maneuver into the car easier. I sit down, dripping water everywhere.
Oliver is going to hate me.
Oh well, I bet he already does.
“Oh my God, you’re soaked.” Amelia laughs. She seems happier, more relaxed, and pride swells within me.
She’s smiling like that because of me.
The aroma of the fries fills the car, and her stomach growls again. “Come on, let’s dig in. I’m starving,” I murmur, handing her the bag.
She takes a fry and bites into it, moaning at the taste.
I love that fucking sound.
“Thanks for this,” she says, looking over at me with a warm smile. “I needed it,” she adds, taking another bite.
“Always, Bug,” I say before taking a chance and adding, “You know, if you’re ever awake at night and want company, you can always text me. Chances are, I’m up too.”
I open the lid of my milkshake and dunk one of my fries inside, catching her frown.
“That’s naughty. Haven’t your parents told you not to play with your food?” she teases, raising an eyebrow.
“Naughty, huh? God, that sounds hot with your accent,” I reply, grinning.
She scowls, but then a grin curls her lips. “Idiot.”
“It’s an American thing, dunking your fries in a milkshake. Never seen it in a movie?”
“No, you guys have no taste.”
I laugh. “I’mGreek. AndyouBrits have no taste. You, in particular, microwave pizza.”
Her eyes widen. “How do you know?”
My heart skips a beat, but I play it cool. “I just guessed, but now I know.” She laughs and punches me lightly on the arm. “Ouch, you’re vicious, you know that?”
“Shut up.” She grins.
I dip another fry into my milkshake and hold it out to her lips. “Come on, be a little naughty with me.”
She hesitates for a moment, her gaze locked on mine, then leans in and takes a bite, her lips brushing against my fingers.
Fuck me.
Her eyes widen in surprise as she chews, then she breaks into a laugh. “Okay, that’s actually not bad.”
“Told you.”
This might have been a bad idea after all.
I try not to feed her again, and we eat the rest of our fries in silence. I’m licking the salt off my fingers, savoring the last of the fries, when Amelia sets her milkshake down and lets out a contented sigh, leaning back in her seat.
“I’m not ready to go home yet.”
I raise an eyebrow.
