Page 26 of Nitro

Spike was going through a phase or something. I really did not need this right now.

As I stepped into the fresh air outside, I pulled out my phone to check the time. It was later than I hoped.

I needed to get to Tommy, to make up for the lost time. I decided I would have a serious conversation with Spike another time.

After locating my Harley, I sent Tommy a text. Then I mounted my motorcycle and headed to Three Hills.

Soon, I arrived at the kindergarten, and there he was—Tommy, waiting with that smile capable of making me forget my stressful day.

"Hey," I greeted. "Ready for some Mexican?"

His smile widened, and for a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. All that mattered was us.

Tommy gave our surroundings a quick look, but it was just us. At this time of the day, parents had taken their kids home.

It was probably just the staff inside the building.

Tommy approached me shyly, gripped my shoulders, then boldly rose on tiptoe to kiss me on the mouth.

I gripped the back of his neck and returned his kiss. I didn’t care who was watching. I plundered his mouth, all tongue and teeth.

By the time I pulled away, Tommy was panting a little.

The sight of his dilated pupils and swollen mouth made my pants feel a little tighter.

“I guess someone missed me,” I said.

“Terribly,” Tommy answered. “So, Mexican?”

“Guacamole Grove. They serve fresh, made-to-order guacamole and the best fish tacos in the area,” I said. “It’s my favorite spot in town.”

“Nitro?” Tommy ventured.

He stared at the ground for a few seconds before finally looking at me. I wondered if I had done anything wrong.

“What is it?” I asked, wondering if the kiss was too much.

Maybe I should have toned it down, considering we were at his place of work after all.

“This is considered a date, right? A real date?” Tommy asked.

I couldn’t help but laugh. Tommy furrowed his brows.

I didn’t mean to and I realized a moment later that Tommy might misinterpret my actions.

This wasn’t just our first official date, it was Tommy’s real first one, I reminded myself.

“Yes, it is,” I told him. “Let’s have some fun tonight.”

Tommy nodded, looking relieved and a little more excited now.

7

TOMMY

The loud music and lively chatter of the Mexican restaurant engulfed us the moment we stepped inside.

Nitro seemed right at home, navigating through the crowded tables with confidence.

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