I don’t try to hide my smile as I eat faster than most would be considered polite. But after ditching our original spot, I’ve starving.
“Good, right?” Liv asks.
“You really know where to take a guy.”
“Speaking of which…”
“Yes?” I reach across the table and grab a napkin from her pile, wiping the excess vinegar off my fingers.
“If you would like a tour of the city, I would be happy to take you.”
“Really?” I quirk a brow at her. “Decided you would be the best tour guide for me after all?”
“I still think you would be better served with anactualtour guide, but it would be fun.”
“I can guarantee I will have a better time with you than anyone else.”
Liv sets her knife and fork down on the side of her plate. She is so proper, it makes me like her that much more. She fishes around in her purse and pulls out two sticks of gum, handing one over to me.
“Would you like to continue this good time then?”
That piques my interest. I take the gum and pop it into my mouth, watching as she does the same.
“What did you have in mind? Dessert? Drinks? Going back to your apartment?”
“Tag.” There’s the long-suffering sigh I know and love from her. I shouldn’t enjoy eliciting this response from her, but I do. “You know it’s a flat.”
“Sorry. This flat of yours. Will it be nice and neat?”
“And if it is?”
“I can’t wait to mess it up.”
Chapter Ten
OLIVIA
The walk back to my flat feels longer than it should. With Tag’s hand in mine, I’m anxious. Not because I’m nervous about what is about to happen.
No.
I’m excited.
I told myself before I left that I wouldn’t feel pressured into going home with him if he asked. We’ve already had sex. I know it’s good. No, great.
Turns out, it was me who couldn’t contain herself when it came to Tag.
“This is me,” I tell Tag once my building comes into view. He squeezes my hand in response as I key open the front door and step inside. A short, brightly lit hall leads back to my unit.
“Looks nice.” Tag gives my flat an appraising eye as I follow him inside.
Refurbished hardwood floors have a natural finish to them. A small bookcase is built into the back wall that overlooks a small garden. The kitchen isn’t much, with a small washer thrown in, but at least my bedroom is cosy.
“It’s not much, but I like having access to my own green space. Something a lot of Londoners don’t necessarily have.” I slip out of my blazer and drape it over the back of the sofa, not before grabbing the gum wrapper and spitting the piece out.
“I don’t want to talk about London real estate.” Tag grabs me around the waist and pulls me into him.
“No?”
