Page 92 of The Chemistry of Us

It had been three blissful hours, and we were getting slightly tipsy.

I pulled out my wallet right when the servers gathered around us and sang a version of "Happy Birthday" to Tru.

Her face couldn’t have been any more red.

I squeezed her thigh when she blew out the candle on her chocolate mousse cake and grabbed a fork. “I know it’s your birthday, but you have to share.”

She held up her fork. “Or what?”

“A duel.” I held up mine and smacked her fork to the side.

She tried to beat me by shoving her fork in the mousse first, so I used my free hand to grab some whipped cream and smear it on her mouth. “I slipped.”

“My ass!”

“No, not my ass. My hand slipped upward. It happens.”

She glared.

“Hey, no need to get upset. I’ll fix it.” I grabbed a napkin and held it to her mouth, then decided to lean in on the Patrón shots, grow a pair, and go for it. I leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek, then trailed her bottom lip with my mouth, cleaning up the whipped cream. Slowly dragging my tongue, I outlined her lips before biting down on her bottom and sucking, then her top.

When I pulled away, her mouth was swollen, her eyes closed. “Did you get it all?”

My heart hammered in my chest.

"Missed a spot.”

“Thought so.”

“Yup.” I kissed her again, and again, the dessert was forgotten. Somehow I was able to pull my card out without looking when the server came by again.

She could have robbed me blind, and I wouldn’t have known.

We broke apart, chests heaving. “We should walk,” I blurted.

“Walking’s good.” She nodded three times, then touched her mouth, then her hair, before standing up and looking out the window while I signed the bill and tipped.

Once everything was back in my wallet, I reached for her hand and led her out of the restaurant, nerves firing on overdrive.

Everywhere I looked was so public.

I wanted more time with her.

Privacy.

As luck would have it—a downpour started. The only place other than another bar we could go to was the arcade.

I pulled her in. “I think our night was just cut short.”

She looked around. “I’ve never been.”

I blinked. “Never been where?”

“An arcade.”

“What? How?”

She shrugged. “It looks fun. Wanna play?”

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