He wanted to know about my dreams, what else I wanted out of life, and I shared, then he shared.
It was nice, easy, relaxing, and perfect.
Then another thought occurred to me; therefore, I asked, “So, how are you planning on dealing with the fact that fuckers will see me before you make me yours?”
He smirked, “Been waiting on you to bring that up.”
“Easy, I find them and end them.” He said with zero looks of humor.
I sobered.
“What?” I asked breathily.
He looked into my eyes. And I mean really looked into my eyes, then he shared, “Kimber, I didn’t stutter.”
He did it again, that fucking jerk.
I got wet.
I growled.
His eyes went hooded, then he groaned, “Fuuccckkkkk.”
I giggled.
I couldn’t help it.
He narrowed his eyes at me.
We finished eating our food, and when asked about dessert, I shook my head because I was full.
We were back in the truck after he paid, then I asked, “Second part of the date?”
He looked at me and grinned, “You’ll see.”
And then... forty-five minutes later, we were parked in front of a brick building.
Ink Mewas in a slanted font in purples and blues.
He grabbed his kutte, climbed out of the truck, and put it on, then he closed the door, rounded the hood, and opened my door.
There, he leaned into me after I swung around to climb out.
“Umm, why are we here?” I asked.
Grey’s sea green eyes glittered as he stared up at me, “Well, I didn’t really get to show you where my head and heart areyesterday. This,” he pointed at the brick building, “Is a show and tell of that.”
I lifted a brow, “Care to explain more?”
He shook his head, “You’ll find out.”
I growled, and he smirked.
Jerk.
“You’re a jerk,” I snapped.
He chuckled, “And you’re a pain in my ass. Telling me I’m making you wet and not telling me how much.”
