“Nope,” I say, pushing it back. “All yours.”
She tries to push it back but I don’t let her. Finally, sighing, acting as if it’s an inconvenience to have to eat the piece of sushi, she lifts it to her mouth and slides it between her lips.
It’s faintly erotic, watching her eat it. It’s something about the raw, sheer piece of fish, the perfectly shaped bed of rice. And isn’t sushi an aphrodisiac? Not that either of us will need one—I’ve been feeling a buzz between us since the moment I saw her at the airport.
Chloe chews and swallows, then takes a sip of her tea. She smiles at me when she sets her cup down.
“What?” she says.
“Nothing,” I say, smiling. “Just looking at you.”
Then I lean across the table and give her a kiss. It’s a little longer than just a peck, and I can feel the heat between us in anticipation of what’s to come tonight.
When I pull back and settle into my seat I notice a few people staring in our direction with judgmental looks. I don’t know if it’s because we’re being affectionate in public or if it’s because there’s an obvious age gap between the two of us, but whatever the reason, screw ’em.
I can tell Chloe notices, too, though. But then her attention is diverted by a sound coming from her phone in her purse. She scrambles to turn it off. Then she quickly slips something into her mouth and washes it down with another sip of tea.
“Birth control,” she mouths.
“Ah,” I say.
“Speaking of which…” she says, leaning across the table a little. “Do we need anything for tonight?”
The corner of my mouth lifts. “Like?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. I’ve never…you know. Do we need lube or anything?”
“No,” I say. I’m not shocked to hear she’s a virgin. I’m glad she told me, though, so I know to go slow. “Trust me. I’m going to get youplentywet.”
Chloe’s cheeks flush. “You are, huh?”
“Don’t you remember how wet you were when we—”
The waitress walks up to our table. “Would you two like anything else?”
“Just the bill,” I say, already reaching for my wallet. As soon as the waitress walks away, though, I look back to Chloe.
“Sorry. Did you want dessert?”
She bites her lip and smiles. “No. I just want you.”
Chapter Eight
Chloe
“So, is it what you expected?” I ask.
We’ve just walked into my apartment. I spent most of today cleaning it, which was probably not the best use of my time since I’ve been behind on my schoolwork this week…but I wasn’t about to bring Austin into a dirty apartment.
Austin takes in my apartment for a couple seconds, then tells me it’s exactly how he pictured it.
“Except for those flowers,” he says, nodding toward a vase on the counter. I picked up the flowers yesterday on a whim. “Someone bring you those?”
“Huh? Oh, just my other boyfriend.”
“Very funny,” he says, pulling me toward him. “Hey, I’m sorry I didn’t bring some for you.”
I shrug and smile. “IguessI can forgive you.”
