Happy weekend, everyone!
Fran betas, Jill, Ariel, and the amazing Pearly all preread for me.
Let's all swoon a bit at this date some more, yeah?
-73-
"So, what is that, anyway?" I ask, my voice a little uneven from her effect on me. I wonder if she's aware of how she makes my bones shake?
"Drunken noodles," she glances up at me and winks.
"Getting me drunk so you can take advantage of me?"
"Oh, I hardly think I need to get you drunk to do that. But the alcohol cooks off."
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Nah, standing there looking all sorts of delectable is help enough."
If we were further into our relationship, I'd do something besides standing here like an awkward fuck. Maybe I'd stand behind her, my lips on her bare shoulder and my hands on her hips, pressing myself against her back. Maybe I'd slide my hand into the front of those leggings, make her come on my fingers while she cooks us dinner.
I contemplate the possibilities with the lip of the bottle of beer pressed against my own lip, but Bella's heated look tells me she knows exactly what my brain is conjuring up.
Neither of us says anything else the rest of the time it takes her to cook, but it doesn't mean we aren't breathing a little heavier with the implications of what's to come. In fact, I have to shed the leather jacket I usually wear like armor just because of the sheer heat brewing between the two of us.
"Make or break moment here...how do you feel about true-crime documentaries?" Bella prods when we're back in her living room, placing a pillow on her lap to set the hot bowl on top of.
"I'm fine with them, but not while I'm eating." I settle my bowl on her coffee table, sitting on the edge of her couch with my elbows on my knees and the hand holding my fork dangling in the empty space between my legs while my free hand points at her. "Cannibalism isn't a kink of mine. I hate to be the bearer of bad news."
Her eyes flash with amusement, and she shakes her head. "Enjoying true crime doesn't make you a cannibal, but duly noted."
She may be right, but even as she's flipping through our options, I can't help but think...I may not be a cannibal, but there certainly is something in the room I'd like to take a bite out of. And it's not just the bowl of delicious-smelling noodles in front of me.
Yeah, I wouldn't mind taking a bite out of both of them...
