Page 14 of Fit for Love

“That good?”he asks, staring at my mouth.

I nod enthusiastically.“Want a taste?”

“Yes.”His eyes glint dangerously.“I really want a taste.”

Not sure what possesses me to do it, but I cut a piece, and instead of putting it on his plate like a sane person, I feed it to him, as if we were role-playing an emperor and his concubine.

Holy crap.Watching a guy chew and swallow should not be this arousing.Except it is.So much so that I wonder how crazy it would be if I were to suggest we take this food to go and head over to my place.

No.Way too crazy.Even if this is a date, it would be our first, and I don’t have sex until I get to know a person.

“Delicious,” he murmurs.

I blow on my chamomile tea again.My plan is to gulp down the tea as soon as it cools and pray that it calms my overactive libido.Clearly, just reminding myself that men are dogs isn’t cutting it anymore.

“So,” he says.“Tell me a little bit about yourself.”

That makes it official.Thisisa date.

“Like what?”I ask, my heart pounding at the realization.

He shrugs.“Do you have any siblings?”

“Yeah.An older brother, Cameron.He’s the reason boys were afraid to ask me out in high school.”At least that’s what I tell myself because it’s better than the other possibility: that no one wanted to date the awkward geek from the marching band.“How about you?”

He smiles.“A younger sister, Jordan.She probably has the same complaint about me that you have about your brother, but in my defense, I’ve only beaten up one of her boyfriends, and the asshole deserved it.”

If Jordan had boyfriends, plural, then it’s not like my situation at all, but I’m not admitting that.

“Are you a native New Yorker?”I ask.

I feel like he isn’t, but I’m not sure why.

“Nope.What about you?”

I shake my head.“I grew up in Connecticut.”

His eyes twinkle.“Why do people from Connecticut always give their state as the place where they’re from?”

I roll my eyes.“And where areyoufrom?”

“Boston.Notice how I didn’t say ‘Massachusetts.’”

That tracks.He doesn’t have the signature accent, but something must’ve given him away.“When I tell people I grew up in Berlin, they assume I’m talking about the one in Germany, not Connecticut.”

“Ich falle aus allen Wolken,” he says.

I narrow my eyes.“Did you just put a curse on me in German?”

He grins.“It means, ‘I didn’t expect that’ or something similar.The literal translation is ‘I fall from all clouds.’”

Huh.“You’re German?”

“No.I’m a European mutt, with maybe one percent German blood—if that.But I did take German back in college.”

So he did go to college.Called it.

“What about you?”he asks.

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