Page 106 of Wyatt

He meets my eyes, and my pulse thunders.

We sit and nibble and chat about everything and nothing. I get a yummy little buzz from the wine and an even bigger buzz from the playful, easy way Wyatt touches me. He puts a hand on my thigh. Wipes a crumb from the corner of my mouth with his thumb. Kneads my calf when I complain about a muscle I pulled there.

An hour goes by in the blink of an eye, and suddenly, the timer on Wyatt’s phone is going off.

“That’ll be dinner.” He gives my calf one last firm squeeze, making my blood jump. “Let me just get the pot roast out of the oven?—”

“How about I help make up our plates? And I’ll refill the wine.”

“I want you to relax, Sal.”

“I want to help. Let me. It’ll be fun being in the kitchen together, mostly because it’ll give me a chance to grope you.”

He wags his brows. “I like it when you grope me.”

“Aw, handsome, I like it when you grope me too.”

The kitchen is small, and we keep bumping into each other as we open drawers and reach for cabinets.

“Sorry,” Wyatt says when his hand grazes my breasts as he grabs a wooden spoon. “Wait. No, I’m not.”

My hand finds his ass as I’m reaching for the box of matches by the sink. “How inappropriate of me.”

His hand slips between my legs as I’m lighting the candles, his middle finger trailing over the center seam of my jeans. My breath catches.

Wyatt grins. “Very inappropriate.”

“The most inappropriate.”

“I should probably stop now.”

“You probably should.”

He presses his finger against me, right where my clit is, and I see stars.

“Remind me why we’re doing dinner first?”

“Because you said we were?” I’m panting.

A muscle in his jaw tics. “Gonna be a long night. You need your strength, Sunshine. Let’s eat.”

He pulls out my chair, and I stare at him for a full beat.

“What?” His voice is gruff. “Mollie trained me well. I asked her to show me how to be a good boyfriend, and, well, now I’m a fucking great boyfriend, aren’t I?”

He’s so cocky I can’t stand it.

Socutethat I cannot freaking stand it.

He called himself my boyfriend.

My heart skips several beats as that sinks in. I love,lovethe idea of being his girlfriend.

I swipe my index finger over his mouth. “You’ve been taking lessons too, huh?”

“I got a lot to learn,” he says, eyes flickering.

I sit, and he pushes my chair in.

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