Page 40 of That Emerald Vow

So you deny that you were thinking of me?

Me:

I deny everything . . . Now where are you taking me? I’m ready for a fun night out.

Damon:

I can think of some things we could do to get your adrenaline pumping.

My cheeks instantly flush thinking of all the fun things we’d be able to do to get my heart rate up.

Damon:

Get your head out of the gutter. That’s NOT what I meant,little gem. ;)

Me:

I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. I’m ready for some bungee jumping or some other crazy shit.

Damon:

Uh-huh. You’re so full of shit.

Me:

No, but my phone is right now having to text your rank ass.

Damon:

Oh, you love my SEXY ass on your phone. Anyways, I’m picking you up at 8 PM. It’ll be a surprise. Be ready and comfy.

Me:

You wish. And okay.

I’m very curious about what he has planned for us, and I am definitely excited. If I’m being honest, doing anything with him would make my day.

“Ahhh!” I scream, taking in my surroundings. “I’ve wanted to go go-karting forever but never got a chance.”

“Perfect. Loser buys the first round!” he winks at me.

I narrow my eyes at him—my competitive nature shining through. “Loser buysallthe roundsanddinner,” I challenge him.

He looks at me, amused. “Someone’s cocky. You’re on!”

“Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea!” I shove my hand at him to shake.

He slowly looks from my face down to my hand as he licks his lips. As he puts his hand in mine, electricity shoots through every nerve ending, and it only gets worse as he pulls me towards him so his lips are lined up with my ear. “There’s a lot about you I don’t know, but I am ready to learn everydipandcurve. . .” My mouth falls open as my entire body heats with desire. “You know . . . of your personality.” He kisses my cheek lightly and moves back to where he was.

Mouth still agape, there are no words that come out. For once in my life, I have nothing to say.

“Cat got your tongue?” He lets out a raspy chuckle. It seems I’m not the only one affected by our proximity.

“No, I’m just strategizing how hard I’ll be kicking your ass. Come on, let’s go,” I say, walking towards the registration line.

After we deal with payment and all of the logistics, we’re finally in the go-karts, ready to race. He flirted his way into us being the only two racing right now—much to the annoyance of everyone else at the indoor track. Dare I say it was romantic? Even I’m able to admit that, which makes me second guess demolishing him in this competition, but only for a second.

I get in position, waiting for the light to change to green to indicate the race has started. The place we’re at is cool. It has a communication system built into the helmet so we can talk while we race.

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