“We’ll see…”
Checking the meat, the steaks are grilled to perfection. Grabbing the plates, I put one on each and join Quinn at the table.
She leans across the table, holding her beer bottle out. “Here’s to finally having a first date.”
“About damn time, Bella.”
“And it’s about damn time you try some sprouts.” She smiles at me as she scoops a spoonful onto my plate.
“You know, it’s a good thing I like you.”
“Why’s that, Hayes?”
“Otherwise I wouldn’t be trying these.” Stabbing a fork into the crispy green…things, I take a bite.
“So? How do you like them?” Quinn asks, biting into her steak.
I shake my head back and forth. “Not soggy, but still can’t decide if I like them.”
Quinn steals a kiss. “At least you tried them.”
Dinner is a laid-back affair. The two of us talking for hours about everything. It’s easy being around her. I was worried that we wouldn’t have the same chemistry in real life as we did when talking online.
Turns out, I had nothing to worry about.
Before I know it, three hours have gone by before we’re clearing the table and taking everything inside.
"You know, the night doesn’t have to end just because dinner is over.” I pull her against me. I’m quickly becoming addicted to the woman in my arms. “You want to take this into the bedroom?”
“You should know something, Jasper.” She spins in my arms.
“What’s that?”
She kisses the corner of my mouth and pulls back. I miss the feel of her immediately.
“I don’t sleep with men on the first date.”
“Wait, seriously?”
She nods, grabbing her purse and heading to the front door. “Play your cards right, Jasper, and you might get lucky on the second or third date.”
This is not exactly what I wanted to hear. I’ve got a growing problem, and I’m going to need to take care of it when she leaves.
“I did hear one good thing in that statement,” I say, closing the distance between us.
“What’s that?”
Grasping her chin, I give her a quick peck. “A second date.”
“Is tomorrow too soon?” She chases my mouth as I pull back from her.
“You seem pretty eager for someone who doesn’t want to stay.”
“I have to keep you on your toes somehow.” She gives me a lust-filled smile. “Does tomorrow work?”
“I’ve got a game tomorrow night.”
This time, I trail kisses down her jaw, pressing a warm kiss below her ear.
