Page 114 of Waiting Game

Yeah, she’s not wearing a bra.

Fuck.

After months of having access to parts of her she doesn’t know I’ve had, I know I’m being a little forward. She’s still stuck on the day I ended it, whereas I’m in the here and now, but her behavior with me is telling—she was upset when I cut things off.

She wanted to see me again.

She chose a flirty outfit.

Green light.

And despite it all, I want to see her again, so I refuse to fuck this up.

I hold out a hand for her. “Come and decide what you’re going to order.”

She turns back at my prompt and her gaze locks on my hand. For a second, I wonder what she’ll do—will she come to me or won’t she?—then, she strides over and slips her fingers into mine.

Because I’ve been wanting to do this since yesterday morning, I tug her onto my lap. One arm bands around her waistto secure her in place; the other settles on her chin as I angle her head down to kiss her.

She sighs into the kiss so I take it as slow as I did earlier.

I’ve no need to rush.

We have all the time in the world…

Well, until midnight.

Still, I don’t think about that.

I think about this—how good it feels to have her back in my arms. How great she smells. How the soft tickle of her hair on my skin is a wonderful caress…

Those things were absent from my life for four months.

It makes me take note of them more than ever.

I missed them.

Missed her.

Fuck, I’m so fucking fucked.

She presses her forehead to mine. “You said this place is famous for brownies?”

“It is. And bread, I think.”

She hums then twists in my lap and grabs the menu. I read it over her shoulder and quickly settle on the sampler. She doesn’t—she goes for an afternoon tea service. “Want to share it?”

I smile at her. “You’ve no idea how much I eat.”

“You’re a growing boy,” she excuses before her brow slowly lifts. “Or at least, something is.”

Her wriggle on my lap has me groaning, “It missed you.”

A hoot escapes her. “Yeah, I’m sure.” That’s when I realize there isn’t much I won’t do to see that sparkle in her eye.

I am so in over my head here.

The server returns, but he doesn’t seem all that surprised to find us with Mia on my knee. At least, he doesn’t bat an eye, and that’s all the confirmation I need to keep her there throughout the ordering process.

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