Page 84 of Slow Burn

“It’s whimsical and magic, the things you try to find.”

She rested the book on his nightstand and crawled into his lap. Her hands cupped his jawline. “I love that you thought of me. This book means so much. Thank you.”

Georgia’s lips pressed against his, and their tongues quickly tangled. Fuck, his cock got hard. Needing to be inside Georgia again, he rolled her onto her back.

No way was he letting her leave tonight.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-NINE

GEORGIA AND ELIJAH didn’t have a label, but the past month had suspiciously been very relationship-like.

And he liked it.

His phone vibrated, and it was his peach calling. He smiled when he answered.

“Hey!” Georgia’s voice was always refreshing to hear. Like even if he was having the worst day, if he spoke to her, it calmed him down. “Sophie canceled on me at the last minute, so I have no plans. I know you wanted to lay low tonight, but any chance you want to meet for dinner?”

Fuck yes. He grinned. Elijah had gotten into the routine: if he wasn’t on shift, he fell asleep with Georgia next to him. Tonight would have been the first time he’d miss her warm body next to his because she planned to hang out with Sophie.

“Of course. Want me to make something?”

“I got dressed up, so I want to go out.”

A zip of jealousy pulsed through him with her getting sexy for a night without him. He was irrational when it came to her.

“You still there?” Georgia asked.

“Yes.” Elijah shook his head like that would make him less of a psycho. “Sorry, we can go out. Are you still at home? I can pick you up?”

“I’m actually at The Gild now.”

He hated that she was alone. “I’ll be there in twenty.”

“You’re the best.”

When they got off the phone, Elijah quickly changed from his gym shorts into jeans and a black V-neck T-shirt. The Gild wasn’t far from him, so by the time he got into the car, he was at the restaurant ten minutes later.

Walking in, he immediately found Georgia sitting in a booth with the server, talking to her. She had to be telling him a story because her hands were animatedly moving as she smiled. Elijah wanted her attention, and not wasting another minute, he joined them at the table, sliding into the booth across from her.

“I thought your parents were going to kill me, but all they did was laugh,” she finished telling the server.

The guy was mesmerized by her, and all Elijah thought was join the club.

“Charlie, this is my friend Elijah,” she introduced them.

Fuck, she said friend?

That cut a little deep, but was he ready for a title change?

The server waved, and then scampered off, leaving them alone.

“Do I want to know why his parents were mad at you?” Elijah lifted a brow.

Georgia laughed. “I used to be his babysitter, and when I was in the bathroom, he ripped apart the garden. It was a mess, but I did my best to fix it.”

“You have a green thumb?”