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“Pasta with mussels.” Anna slides the dish in front of me, interrupting the fucking intensity of our flirting. “Osso buco, for you.” She smiles at Aaron. This time around, however, he doesn’t even look at her. I have his full attention, and it’s intoxicating.

“More wine?” Anna asks.

“Up to you.” Aaron smiles.

I’m in no rush for this date to end.

“Why not?”

Our server clears the empty decanter and appetizer dishes, and Aaron grabs my hand, spinning his thumb around each of my fingers one by one.

“You are such a flirt,” I say once we’re alone again.

“Me?” he responds, feigning innocence, taking a bite of his food. His eyes are revealing him, and the charged air between us is only thickening. “Your top … you are the flirt.”

“It’s a bodysuit,” I correct.

He leans in closer, “It’s fucking hot.”

My cheeks flush. “Not as hot as the wings,” I say, spinning the pasta onto my fork.

“Hmm,” he hums with a wink, making me laugh again. “So,” Aaron begins, “what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but haven’t had the chance to yet?”

“In bed?” I tease.“But for real … dining here. Seriously, thank you. I’ve always wanted to check it out.”

“Eh niente,” he says.

“So cultured,” I tease, waiting for him to tell me what that means.

“It’s nothing—in Italian.”

“I think tonight is much more than nothing.”

My tone is more honest and revealing than I’d like to let on, but it’s definitely true. All of the time I’ve spent with Aaron the last couple of days is anything but nothing. It’s everything. I take a sip of my wine, considering how I’m falling for Aaron Olson.

“What about you? What’s something you’ve wanted to do that you haven’t had the chance to yet?”

“Sarah Anderson,” he says before taking a sip of his wine.

I huff a laugh, dying at how we are on the same page. He’s blushing after saying that, and I guess the third glass of wine for each of us is making things very interesting. Yet, he’s the one that says we have to wait until the third date.

“Did you two save any room for dessert?” Anna asks, and it nearly startles me. Aaron and I have been so deep in this little love bubble that I didn’t even notice her approach.

“Just the check,” Aaron says.

“So bossy,” I manage, flustered by how hot I am finding every little thing about him. “What if I wanted dessert?”

“When did I say you weren’t getting it?”

I’m too nervous to ask what that means, hoping it’s something dirty.

Anna slides the check on the table, and Aaron reaches for his wallet.

“How much cash do you carry around?” I ask, truly shocked at how thick the bills portion of his wallet is.

“Enough.”

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