Page 62 of Fear of Falling

“I’m glad you liked it.”

“Like doesn’t even cover it,” I smiled.

“I’m glad to hear it. Now onto the next stop.”

“Wait. There’s more?”

“Of course.”

While I’d hoped to spend more time with him, I hadn’t expected him to plan out an entire day for us. The gallery itself already far exceeded my expectations for a first date.

As he pulled away from the Gallery, I reached out and grabbed his hand, placing it on my thigh, surprising the both of us. Though Wyatt kept his eyes on the road, his eyebrows raised, and I willed my thundering heart to calm. I’ve never been overly confident when it came to men, and I was certainly never so forward. If anything, I prided myself on self-control. Of course, that went out the window as Wyatt’s hand shifted on my thigh and squeezed just a little, making me shift in my seat.

Josie now is not the time to be turned on.

Yet, there was no ignoring Wyatt’s big hand, perfectly placed on my inner thigh. The fact I wore jeans did nothing to prevent me feeling every inch of his hand on me. Or from my mind from tumbling into the gutter. My imagination soared as I thought of his fingers inching upwards until he touched me through my jeans.

I wonder if he could feel how wet I am through denim.

My mind was so engrossed in my fantasy, that it took me a few moments to realize Wyatt had parked the car. Clearing my throat, I felt the heat rise into my cheeks again as I pulled myself back to reality, and my eyes widened as I realized where we were.

“Rick’s!”

“I know we were here a few days ago.”

“Don’t care.” My mouth was already watering thinking of Rick’s food. I reached for the door, but Wyatt’s hand tightened on my thigh, tugging my legs away from the door.

“Don’t even think about it.”

Before I could question what he meant, Wyatt turned the car off and got out. I stayed seated as he moved around to my door, opening it. Once again extended his hand, helping me out of the car. The butterflies in my stomach started up again.

Suddenly ravenous, I tugged Wyatt towards Rick’s truck. It was perfect timing—there was no queue, and the moment we stepped up to the window Rick’s head popped up.

“Hi there, little lady,” he greeted with a smile. “Back again?”

“I think I’ve turned her into an addict.” Wyatt moved behind me, his front pressing against my back as he placed his hand on my hip, sending my heart fluttering. Rick’s eyebrows rose slightly as his eyes lingered on Wyatt standing at my back.

“Well, you are always welcome Josie.”

“What about me?” Wyatt joked.

Rick shrugged. “What can I say? She’s prettier than you.”

I laughed aloud while also blushing a little.

“The usual?” he asked.

“Yes please,” I nodded.

“For both of us,” Wyatt added dryly.

“Sounds good, kiddos. I’ll bring it out to you.” Rick waved us off as he turned to start on our order.

“I think you’ve replaced me as Rick’s favorite customer.”

“Well, you can’t win everything,” I joked, taking a seat at the same table we’d sat at on our first visit.

Our table.

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