Page 89 of Sinful Secrets

“Dinner?”

She drinks the rest of her water and nods. “That would be nice. I feel my appetite slowly returning.”

I drive in the direction of her dorm, stopping at Tim’s bar.

“Is this alright?”

“This is great, and this time, I don’t have a hurt ankle.”

As soon as we walk through the doors, we are met with the aromas of burgers, chicken wings, fries, and onion rings.

Tim greets us as soon as we sit down at a booth at the back of the bar. It’s the same booth as the last time.

“Hey Reed. Who do you have here?”

I grin as he checks her out. He doesn’t mean any harm. He’s just a notorious flirt. “This is Savannah,mygirlfriend.”

He gives her a wink and claps me on my back. “Relax, I’m not a threat.”

I playfully shove him. “Then keep your eyes off her and grab us a couple of beers, would you?”

Tim lets out a loud laugh, causing several patrons to glance our way. “Are you sure you weren’t ever in the military? You fit right in.”

“No way I could do what you did and still be sane.”

“Who said I’m sane?” Tim gives Savannah another wink before heading back to the bar.

Savannah chuckles. “You really know him.”

“Yeah, Tim’s a great friend. Crazy as fuck, but he’d give you the shirt off his back in an instant.”

It’s one of the reasons I anonymously pay his rent every year.

Savannah looks around the bar, like she did the last time. “Pool, foosball, or darts?”

“I thought we were going to eat and talk?”

“We still can. I just figured it might be less awkward if we were doing something other than staring at one another.”

“I love staring at you.”

And that’s the honest truth.

I love seeing her cheeks redden every time she blushes. I love seeing the way she squirms in her seat every time I growl and tell her what I want to do to her.

My dick bobs in my pants.

Easy boy. We can’t just jump into things.

Her gaze moves to her hands. I reach across the table and link my hands with hers, running my thumbs over the scars on her palm. She hasn’t told me why she digs her nails into her skin, but she rarely does it when I’m around.

She gazes up at me and we both speak at the same time. “I’m sorry.”

We share a light laugh before I say, “No, I’m the one that should apologize. I didn’t handle the situation like I should have. I should have given you the opportunity to explain things.”

“Well, I can’t disagree with that, but I didn’t think you’d be this forgiving. I lied to you and I never should have. I was processing and weighing the options.”

Her confession catches me off guard. “Wait, you were actually considering it?”

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