“It’s anticipation, isn’t it?”
His lips quirk up in the corners. “Maybe.”
I lift onto my toes, bringing myself closer to him but still not letting our lips touch. His pupils widen, and I hear the hitch in his breath.
Shep wants this kiss just as badly as I do, but I’m determined to best him at his own game, so no kiss for him.
I brush my mouth against his, so soft and quick I know he’ll be certain he’s imagined it.
“Shep?”
He grunts in response.
“Two can play that game.” I step back, leaving him standing in the doorway.
“Goddammit,” he mutters before he finally steps inside and closes my door, shaking his head at my antics.
I smile, making my way into the kitchen to get my new bouquet of flowers in some water.
“Is that what you’re wearing for our date?”
Glancing down at my outfit, I begin to worry. “What’s wrong with it?”
“Nothing, surprisingly. You look normal. And sexy.”
“Ass.” I flip him the bird and dump the old flowers from him into the trash. “It’s jeans and a t-shirt—you can’t mess those up.”
“To be fair, I think that’s called ablouse, not a t-shirt.”
“Technically, it’s a called a mind-your-own-fucking-business.”
“They must have a difficult time marketing those.” He smirks.
“Or a swimsuit coverup. Same thing.”
“You’re wearing swimwear on our date? In October?”
I lift a shoulder and fill the vase I’m holding with water. “What? It’s my get lucky shirt.”
“You’re telling me you wear this for others?”
“I have, yes.”
“Does it work?”
“Like a charm.”
“And is that what you’re trying to do tonight? Get lucky?”
“Obviously.” I fluff the flowers, arranging them so they look cute and full. “I thought you knew I only keep you around for orgasms.”
“Damn. Here I thought it was my charm and good looks.”
“I mean, you’re cute and all, but that charm? That’s not getting you very far.”
“Words hurt, you know.”
“Not when they’re true.” I wink at him then make my way down the hall to my bedroom to grab my things.
