“Alright. I guess I’m all yours then for the night. Where to?” His words, delivered innocently, sent a flare of something forbidden and hot to the floor of my gut. If only he were mine for the night. For forever. If only. “Let’s go back to my place,” I said, thanking everything holy I’d succeeded in making my tone airy. “We can order in. Catch up without the prying ears of neighboring diners.” “Prying ears might be best.” “Please,” I said.
