Shelby
Best date ever and it wasn’t over yet.
“I wonder if he’s planning on staying the night?” I was talking to myself but somehow the GPS voice in my car answered me.
“Yes, he is. Turn right in one hundred feet.”
That was fun.
“Good.” Not worrying about what Not-Henry was thinking made life easier. More information was always a good thing, though, so I tried again. “Hmm…I wonder what he’s going to do to me?”
Nothing.
He was such a brat.
He was going to do something…but fucking with me about it was going to come first.
I tried asking in a few different ways as we pulled into my parking lot, but the GPS just gave the basic directions. Not-Henry had to be thoroughly enjoying himself because as he got out beside me, the wicked twinkle was back in his eyes.
“I’m glad you’re going to stay.” He probably already knew that based on my chattering to him in the car but saying it tohim in person seemed like the right thing to do. “Do you have clothes?”
He hadn’t brought much into the club, so I wasn’t sure.
“Yes, but I was going to double-check with you before I brought my overnight bag out.” He shrugged as I smiled. “Just because I answered your question didn’t mean you might not have some limits.”
“I don’t.” That made him smile and he shook his head. “I’d tell you if I did.”
Crossing his arms over his chest, Not-Henry pretended to frown at me. “Give me one limit about my spending the night.”
Oh.
Um.
One limit.
I could do that.
Heneededme to do that.
“Don’t eat the last of something if you need a midnight snack. I haven’t lived with anyone in a very long time, but it’s something that drives me crazy. I go to bed thinking I have one piece of cake left or something like that and then when I wake up it’s been snack-nabbed.” It was very disconcerting.
“That’s understandable and a very reasonable limit.” Not-Henry’s frown got more serious. “That guy shouldn’t have needed to be told not to clean out your fridge at two in the morning, though. That was just rude.”
He was rude in general, so I probably should’ve expected it.
“I really wanted that cake.” It’d been the only thing to come out of that date and I hadn’t gotten to enjoy it.
I hadn’t gotten to come either.
“How about we go next week sometime?” Not-Henry came around the car and kissed my cheek. “You’ll get more cake and we’ll make sure that date goes better.”
“The big piece?” The restaurant was known for having gigantic pieces of cake if you asked for the monster versions. “You don’t like it when I get too much dessert.”
Not-Henry rolled his eyes. “Because you eat it all at one time and end up giving yourself a stomach ache. Every time. That entire box of cookies? That was the jumbo size and you know it.”
Ugh.
“That’s not the point. Serving sizes on boxes are always wrong. Everyone knows that. No one eats three cookies.” Taking his hand, I turned him around to make sure he knew to get his stuff out of the car. “They’re informative suggestions.”
