“So, you’re a senior?” he asked.
“Yep.”
“Good for you.”
I basked in his words. Okay, I had a praise kink, too.
“Um, can I ask how old you are?”
“Thirty-five. I graduated law school and passed the bar at twenty-five.”
An eleven-year age gap. I could deal with that. I always went for older men anyway.
“That’s pretty amazing.” I took a deep breath. “Is that when you stopped the kink stuff?”
“Hmm. Yeah. I got busy. And I got maybe a little tired.”
“Bored?”
“Not exactly. I had a couple of darker encounters and I took a break.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”
“It’s okay. You can ask me stuff. I mean, I’d like to see you again if you would.”
I nodded. “Very much.”
“Would you like dessert?”
I grinned and repeated, “Very much.”
I didn’t want our date to end too soon. Plus, I loved ice cream. I was happy because now he’d just confirmed he wanted to see me. Again.
“I like the looks of the ultimate brownie,” he said.
“Does it come with ice cream?”
“It does.”
“I like the looks of that one, too.”
“Do you want one all to yourself or share?”
The idea of our spoons clinking together captivated me. “Share.”
“Good answer.”
Preston ordered it with two spoons.
All tension in my body lifted.
Later, giddiness nearly overwhelmed me as I walked to my car. Preston wanted to see me again. We’d made another date. This time, he wanted me to go to his house.
I couldn’t wait. Maybe he’d hold me again. I think he wanted it as much as I did. I hoped.
8
Preston
