Hunter grabs me and pushes me up against the side of a brick building. “I know you’re picky about what you like to eat, Ol, so I thought this could be fun. If you don’t want to, we don’t have to.”
I shake my head. “No. I like it.”
“Good. Because I happen to think it’s a great place for a first date.”
“Why’s that?”
“You’ll see.”
Hunter leans in like he’s going to kiss me, but at the last second, presses a kiss to my cheek and walks off.
“You’re mean,” I call out behind him, rushing to take his hand again.
“There will be plenty of time for stuff like that. I promise you. There is no way you’re leaving tonight without?—”
“Without what?” I ask.
His lips ghost my ear. “Without you coming in my mouth.”
“Oh.”
Oh.
“That’s right.” Hunter pulls open a fogged-over glassdoor and motions me inside with a slap to my ass. “Now, get inside like a good boy so we can make some pizza.”
The heavy scents of garlic and tomato greet me, but that’s not the only thing. Life-sized cutouts of Celine Dion, Mariah Carey, and Beyoncé line the walls. There’s an old Whitney Houston tour poster behind the counter as one of her songs blasts from the speaker.
Laughter burbles out of me. “How in the world did you find this place?”
Hunter’s eyes are warm, lighting up his entire face. “You mean this gem? How could I not know about it?”
“Why haven’t you brought any of us here before?” I ask, shrugging out of my coat.
“It’s my secret.” He winks at me.
A younger woman comes by to show us to a table with two balls of dough, various toppings, and a jar of sauce waiting for us.
“Everything is ready for you to start. Make sure you roll out your dough so it’s about a quarter of an inch thick so it doesn’t burn.”
“Thank you,” I say before she retreats to another couple walking in.
Aprons sit on each stool. Once I’ve pulled mine on over my head, Hunter turns his finger in a circle.
“I’ll tie it for you.”
Strong fingers brush my back.
How have I never felt anything like this before? It’s a small, brief touch. Maybe this is why I was never that interested in other guys. They never made me feel like this.
His lips brush against the side of my neck and wow. That felt so damn good.
“There you go.” He squeezes my hip.
“Th-thanks,” I mutter.
When he takes his side of the table, there’s a knowinglook on his face, as he leans across to me. “Ready to make pizza?”
I grab the rolling pin next to me and start in on my hunk of dough. “I don’t know if I’ve ever made pizza before.”
