I had a mental list of costume ideas for us and all the reasons we were awesome together.
I did a fist pump, so ready for tonight.
Fucking hell, I was a dork.
***
A short while later, my hand grazed the small of Dani’s back as we followed the host to our table. Dani shuddered gently, and when I leaned in to whisper my lips against her nape, her gasp went straight to my cock.
“This place is another one of my favorites.” Her words were stilted, and I grinned. Fuck, I loved riling this woman up.
“Here you go,” the host said and I thanked her as Dani and I slid into the booth. I reluctantly sat on the opposite side of her. Small booths that only fit two people were stupid.
“So, how was your day?” I asked, trying to keep the conversation normal even though I wanted to dive right in.
She fiddled with the water glass I’d just filled for her from the bottle on the table, running her fingers along the top and then tapping down the side. Why did she look slightly off?
Or maybe I was imagining it.
I wanted to reach out and grab Dani’s hand, soothe her and still her fidgeting since I was nervous enough for both of us.
“What? Oh, it was good. Just long. I barely had time for lunch. I think I overbooked myself, which is the absolute worst thing, especially on a Monday. So, yeah, nothing to report. I mean, not that I could, of course.”
She was rambling.
“You okay?” I asked.
She glanced up, almost startled, and met my gaze, a wry smile on her lips.
What the hell was going on with her?
“Yep. Great. Just a long Monday. I’m a bit tired.”
I smirked. “Didn’t get a good night’s sleep?”
Her cheeks pinked and she laughed softly. “It was okay.”
Fuck it. I reached over and twined my fingers with her hand that wasn’t on her glass. “Pretty sure it was better than okay.”
“Gabe.” Her saying my name all breathy made all my parts stand up at attention. But I wanted to tease her, put her at ease, because clearly something was on her mind.
“Pucks is awesome at spooning.”
She giggled and my heart squeezed.
“You thought I was going somewhere else with that, didn’t you? Dirty, dirty girl.”
She sucked in a breath and my cock was rock hard. At least the booth hid me.
“You come across as such a nice guy, but you’re actually total trouble,” she said, snagging a breadstick from the basket in front of us.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. But I’m sorry for the long day. I wish you could’ve spent it with us.”
“Me too. Those pics were hysterical. He should be Bumblebee for sure. Who are you going to be? Obviously an Autobot. Decepticons are completely against your nature.” She chuckled. “Am I actually debating good and evil Transformers?”
At least she was smiling again.
“I’m debating between a few, and we have to figure out our couples costume, too.”
