He puts the paper cup in front of me, and I wrap my hands around it while he lowers himself into the other chair. “How was your day?” Luther’s dark eyes stay on mine. I let a smile pull at my lips. “It was alright.” “Just alright?” “Well, it’s recently gotten better.” The man smirks. I tell him about my current project at work. We sip our drinks. He tells me about the rest of his weekend with Ashley. We slide our free hands across the table. Our fingertips meet, and I slide mine another inch closer. Luther places his hand on top of mine. And I have to ask him. “Luther?” “Yeah, Baby?”
