Page 57 of The Tempted

Chapter Twenty

I bit back my smile as Mikey held my hand while we walked across the parking lot towards a diner. We had just crossed the state line finally making it to Florida, but we still had about an hour more of driving until we reached Aunt Gina’s house. We decided to stop and get a bite to eat giving me time to catch him up on Aunt Gina and Nana and the shenanigans that were to be expected of them.

I glanced down at our joined hands as the waitress escorted us to a booth the memories of last night, as well as the wee hours of this morning, came rushing back to me. I guess I never paid much thought to how it would be if Mikey and I had sex and by that, I don’t mean the actual deed but the aftermath. I would’ve pegged Mikey for acting completely weird shutting me out or telling me it was a mistake but he did none of those things. In fact, I woke up this morning with his head between my legs. Yeah, Mikey was all about starting the day off right.

We sat across from one another and Mikey ordered us each a cup of coffee as we took the menus from the waitress. I opened my menu my stomach growled as Mikey placed his on the table and stared at me distracting me from trying to decide what I wanted to eat.

“What?” I asked quietly, looking at him from the top of the menu.

“Nothing,” he said smiling.

“Right,” I closed the menu and placed it on the table on top of his cocking my head to the side. “So you’re just staring at me for no reason?”

“I’m staring at you because you’re easy on the eyes.” He winked at me. “Why? Does it make you uncomfortable?”

“No,” I said automatically, but pointed towards him and wagged my finger. “But don’t get any ideas. I’m not into getting it on in the bathroom of a diner.”

He leaned over the table, eyes trained on mine and whispered.

“That’s a shame Princess because spontaneous sex is the best kind.”

“I didn’t say I was against spontaneous sex just not into being propped against the door of a bathroom stall or bent over a sink while we wait for our burgers,” I smiled sweetly and reopened my menu again.

“You paint a pretty picture,” he said one of his hands disappearing under the table as he did so. “Just picturing you bent over anything has me hard as a rock.”

Keep your dick in your pants Mikey,” I bit my cheek to stop from laughing when I heard him groan. The waitress placed our coffee on the table and gave us a few more minutes to look over the menu.

“Fine I’ll try to behave,” he said, a slight frown playing on his lips before he took a sip of his coffee. We ordered our food and ate like savages. Mikey was a bottomless pit clearing his plate in mere minutes before picking at mine. It was kind of cute and didn’t feel like we were just friends sharing a meal instead it felt strangely intimate. I liked it maybe too much.

I picked at my fries as Mikey leaned back and looked around the diner.

“This place reminds me of back home,” he said as he stared at the patrons that ate at the counter joking with the people behind it.

I glanced at the counter, then back towards him.

“You think so? These people seem a lot friendlier than the ones that work at the Vegas Diner,” I said, thinking about the diner that we frequented back in Brooklyn.

“I don’t mean Brooklyn,” he said turning back to face me. “I mean in Pennsylvania.”

“Oh,” I said quietly. This had been the first time Mikey had mentioned Pennsylvania the first time he had referred to it as home. “Do you miss it there?”

He shrugged his shoulders thinking about my question. “I don’t think so it’s not like I had much of a life there,” he paused. “But I had my mother. I guess I associate home with her so missing her makes me miss there if that makes any sense.”

I nodded. “It makes perfect sense,” I looked down at my plate. “Do you think when this is all over you’ll go back there?”

“Back to PA?” he asked. I lifted my head to meet his gaze and nodded. “For what?” he shook his head and I let out a sigh that I hadn’t realized I had been holding. “No, I don’t think so.”

“You lived there for ten years Mikey I’m sure you had some sort of life. You had a job, you had friends and women I am sure you must have had some sort of life,” I said finding myself wondering about the life Mikey had left behind in Pennsylvania.

“The first few years we lived there I was mainly focused on sports even had an opportunity to go to college and play until I injured my knee,” he laughed slightly. “Like everything else those dreams were squashed.”

“I’m sorry,” I said softly. I probably should’ve dropped it, but my curiosity to know everything about him got the best of me. “So what did you do then?”

“I dropped out of college and started taking on some odd jobs. A friend of mine worked with his father in construction and when they needed an extra hand on a job, they’d call me. They started calling more and more eventually giving me a steady job so for the last few years I have been doing that.”

“So you’re good with your hands,” I said smiling.

“I don’t know, am I?” he smiled playfully at me.

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