Page 5 of The Midnight Confessions: Part Four

“It will be,” I grunt, turning and running upstairs to shower. I don’t know how I’m going to make it safe enough for Lyra to attend this thing now that I’ve opened my damn mouth.

I barely manage not to slam my bedroom door, and that's progress in my book.

Fuck this and fuck today.

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I’m in a much better mood by the time I see Lyra for dinner. Her blonde hair is in a pretty braid, her blue eyes are sparkling, and she looks beautiful in her light blue, off-the-shoulder dress with her cowboy boots. Damn, she’s gorgeous.

“Hey, beautiful,” I murmur, ducking my head to brush her lips with mine. “You look good enough to strip and eat.”

Lyra’s eyes widen as she looks up at me. I don’t usually talk like this to her. But, ever since Cassie, Lyra, and I took that step in their bedroom, I’ve found myself slipping into growly dirty talk.

“Hi,” she breathes. “I like when you talk like this. Do it more.”

“You got it,” I murmur, taking my time with her lips. I met her just off of campus at a pizzeria, but it still totally counts as a dinner date.

“I’m hungry, how about you?” I ask her.

“Huh?” Lyra asks, dazed, which makes me grin. This girl is always so self-assured, it’s nice to see her like this.

“Hungry for food… if this goes well, we’ll talk about the rest,” I tease her.

A sassy smile appears, making me chuckle. “Trenton Montgomery, we are most definitely discussing the rest,” Lyra says, flipping her braid over her shoulder as she walks inside.

Damn right, we are.

Stalking after her, I wrap my arm around her waist as we snag a table and order a half-pepperoni, half-pineapple and ham pizza.

“I skipped lunch, so this was an amazing idea,” she groans.

“I would be a mess,” I tell her, wrinkling my nose. I wasn’t kidding when I told Cassie that I get hangry if I don’t eat. “Food keeps me happy, which is why I always have snacks.”

“I was in a hurry and forgot all of mine.” Lyra pouts. She’s so cute.

Leaning in, I give her a lingering kiss that makes my dick twitch. It’s been hard since I saw her outside of the pizzeria.

The service is fast here, which is one of my favorite things about it—outside of the fact that their pizzas are magical. Soon, the waitress drops off plates and our food, and I sigh happily.

“If you look at me at all like you do this pizza, then I’ll be a happy woman,” Lyra giggles.

“Oh baby, I’d eat you instead if you were laying on the table,” I tell her as I pull a piece of pepperoni with an arched brow.

Flushing with desire and embarrassment, she bites her lip as she serves herself. Fuck, the joke’s all on me, because the bite of pizza that Lyra takes is accompanied by a porn star moan of contentment.

“Oh shit,” I grunt, cupping my dick. “You’re gonna make me come in my pants, beautiful. I can’t handle that!”

Peals of laughter make it all worth it as Lyra covers her mouth. “You didn’t just say that!” She laughs and I nod.

“I did, and I totally meant it,” I chuckle.

Relaxed, we continue to eat, but Lyra starts looking at me soon out of the corner of her eye.

“Spit it out, Lyra,” I tell her, wrinkling my nose at her like a nut.

“It’s just… I’m worried about Cassie.” She sighs. “There’s some stuff that I haven’t told you…”

There’s a lot of people in the restaurant, but we’re well-spaced, so I’m not worried about being overheard.

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