Chapter Twenty-Seven
Luke
It took Fallon under ten minutes to quickly change, but when she came back into the salon, she looked like an entirely different person. Her curls are wild, exactly how I like them, loose down her back. She’s changed out of her uniform and into a shirt and skirt, showing off those beautiful, long legs of hers. The only thing that hasn’t changed is the sadness in her eyes.
“Can’t get the girl out of your mind?” I ask.
She shrugs her shoulders, “No. I’m just so worried about her, and I don’t even know her. I didn’t even get the chance to find out her name.”
“I wish there was something we could have done.”
“Me too,” she gives me a half smile.
“You look gorgeous, Fallon,” I say the moment she is close enough for me to touch.
I take her hand in mine, pulling her in for a quick kiss before we leave, locking up the salon.I'm taking her to an Italian restaurant that I have heard Maya talk about. I hope she likes it as much as Maya does.
Walking down the street with Fallon's hand in mine doesn’t feel real. Maybe it's because I know she could flip the switch on her heart at any moment. Even though I know it’s the last thing she wants to do. I can't stop myself from looking over at her. I love how her height fits perfectly against me. All it would take is for me to dip my head slightly to take her lips with mine.
But I can't do that, not yet. I know her mind isn’t with it today, and the last thing I need to do is tip her over the edge. Luckily for me, my food choice is bang on the money. As soon as the restaurant is in sight, her eyes brighten, and a broad grin crosses her face.
“Oh, my god. How did you know I love it here?” She gasps, doing a little happy dance. “I know what I'm going to order already.”
I chuckle, “So I did good?”
“Fuck yes,” she turns to give me a ‘duh’ look.
“Thank god,” I laugh, following her inside as she takes the lead.
Although I have been living in Worcester for a while now, I have never tried this place before. It looks authentic, as though we’re actually in Italy, with orange walls and warm lights. Each table has its own candle glowing, sitting atop a red chequered tablecloth.
We’re greeted by a waiter and ushered over to our table. I manage to beat him to it, so I can pull the chair back for Fallon. A guy has to show all of his cards when trying to win the woman he’s falling hard for. She smiles up at me from her seat, and it takes everything inside of me not to reach down and drag her lips to mine. I force myself to take my own seat across from her. At least this way, I don’t have to take my eyes from hers.
She looks incredible. She barely has a scrap of makeup on her face, and she is all the more beautiful for it. The candle between us flickers, a golden light cast over her. She’s a fucking angel. If only no one were here, the things I would do…
“What?” She asks, lifting a brow.
“Just thinking of all the things I'd love to do to you right now.”
She sucks in her bottom lip, biting it in the way I love, knowing exactly what she's fucking doing to me.
“Oh really,” her tone dropping, and she leans closer. “And what exactly would you do?”
Fuck, one sentence from her has my cock straining against the seam of my trousers.Down boy, I mentally tell my third leg. There is a time and a place, but what better place than right here?
Stretching, I place my feet between hers and push her legs open slightly. Her eyes spring wide, her mouth slack as a little gasp leaves her lips.
“The first thing I'd do is run my fingers from your knee slowly up your inner thigh. To tease you, just for a moment. Edging closer, until I can feel you squirm,” her breathing is coming faster now as she readjusts herself in her seat. “And then,”
“Are you ready to order something to drink?” The waiter interrupts, springing out of bloody nowhere.
I can’t help the smugness I feel at seeing the blush growing on Fallon's face. Her legs tighten, trapping one of mine in the middle. She’s adorable. God, as if I couldn’t control myself until we’d even ordered drinks.
Since Fallon seems to have lost her voice, I smirk and order for both of us. I pick the first bottle of wine I see on the list, as well as water for the table.
“Maybe we should wait until we’re out of here before I continue any of that,” I say playfully.
Her eyes are filled with desire as she replies, “Do we even need to eat?”
