“Bigger than—”
“I dare you to finish that sentence,” I growl at Todd.
He stares at me with wide eyes before whispering, “You.”
Lumi blocks my hand when I make a lunge across the table. “My sweet, sweet children. If you cannotbehave, we will be leaving this establishment without waffles.”
That has Todd sitting back in his seat. Lumi stares me down for another moment before releasing my wrist.
“Please don’t let this affect your view of me,” I tell Trevor without looking his way. “Running makes me irrational. People aren’t meant to move that fast, you know? We have bikes for that sort of thing.”
Warm fingers guide my face around. Trevor’s eyes hold nothing but a gentle sort of fondness as he fits our lips together in a quick, soft press. “Have you forgotten I like your fire, Red? Don’t apologize for who you are.”
Lumi makes an audibleawwsound, her chin in her hand as she stares at us across the table.
“You can be a little less invested,” I tell her.
She shoots me a wink before sitting back as our server arrives. We all order waffles, Todd showing immeasurable restraint as he waits for them to arrive. It feels so…normal. And it takes me a second to realize why the thought isn’t letting go.
Because it’s not just me, Lumi, and Todd. It’s usplusTrevor. He’s sitting beside me, a warm hand resting on my thigh as he listens to Lumi talk about her improv class. It’s soeasy, so effortless, the way he fits in my life.
Surely, we’ll hit roadblocks, right? It can’t be this easy forever.
Can it?
By the time my stomach is comfortably full, I’m having a hard time keeping my eyes open. Trevor is running his fingers along the back of my neck, which doesn’t help one bit.
“Taxi will be here in five,” Lumi says.
Todd looks fast asleep, but at least his face isn’t on his plate.
“You guys busy next weekend?” I ask.
Lumi considers for a moment before shaking her head. “Don’t think so. Why?”
“My mom mentioned having us over. Figured it might be a good time.” Glancing at Trevor, I add, “You’re invited, too.”
His lips twist into a smile. “If it’s early enough, I’d be happy to come.”
I nod. “We can definitely be back before your shift. Todd?”
“Mrmf,” he mumbles, shooting me a thumbs-up.
“She mentioned lasagna,” I add.
Todd’s head pops up, his eyes wide open. “The one with the sausage?”
“Uh. I think so?”
Todd bites his fist.
“There’s the taxi,” Lumi says, edging out of the booth. “Shotgun, bitches.”
None of us dare fight her on it. Lumi sits up front while the rest of us claim the back, far less cramped than we were on our way to the club. I watch the streetlights flicker over the side of Trevor’s face, lighting him up almost like diamonds.
“You’d look good with jewelry,” I tell him, tracing a finger along the side of his nose and then over to his earlobe.
“Think so?” Trevor asks, seeming amused.
