Page 41 of Honey Undone
“Told you,” he beamed, clearly very proud of himself. “Try that one,” he said, as I cleaned the chicken wing and set the bones into the discard bowl she had left for us.
“Do you guys have a code?” He asked after a few minutes of us eating in silence. He wasn’t wrong, these were the best wings I’d ever eaten, and I definitely hadn’t realized just how hungry I was until I had that first bite.
“A code?” I asked, taking a different flavor. He lifted his bottle with two of his only clean fingers and took a sip.
“You know,” he paused, setting the bottle down, “like if you don’t like a guy, or if you’re in trouble?” He asked. “Cael had a sentence, it was something we knew he’d never say…”
“What was it?” I laughed.
“I love my dad,” Jensen chuckled and even though I didn’t fully understand it was kinda ridiculous.
“Okay, what’s your sentence then? If this date goes badly—”
“Do you think it’s going badly?” He cut me off and I shook my head.
“But if it did, what’s your out?” I asked him. He took another drink and thought about it for a moment.
He leaned on his elbows toward me across the table, “I don’t have one, I never have.”
“Wow,cocky,” I smirked, finishing my drink.
“Optimistic,” Jensen corrected. I giggled and Jensen raised his eyebrow at me, “what?”
“Optimistic, makes you sound like a man whore,” I teased him.
“Man whore is harsh, I like to think of it as I’m not a quitter.” He called the waitress over for another beer and ordered me another drink.
I pressed another wing between my teeth and smiled at him. I wanted to see how far I could push him, “so what if I told you that I don’t wear deodorant?” I asked.
“I like the way your sweat smells,” he whispered without a lick of hesitation.
“And if I told you I snore in my sleep?” I asked.
“I go to bed every night with a little white noise,” he countered. I waited as the waitress cleared our empties before starting up again.
“Okay,” I said, thinking on the next question a little harder, “if you come over for a booty call and when you get there I make you watch all ten Fast and Furious movies instead…”
“Are you a popcorn girl or nachos?” Jensen said without skipping a beat and my heart stuttered a little at his response. "Nevermind, I'd bring both."
“You’d do all of that to get some ass?” I asked him, nervously chewing on another wing.
“What about any of the things I’ve done or said over the last weeks gave you the idea that I’m only in this for sex?” He asked me and I almost choked on my wing from his response.
Shit.I hadn’t prepared for him to be so quick and responsive with his answers, hell I wasn’t even ready for this date to go as well as it had. The Jensen leading up to it had been smooth, and charming.
“The texts, pushing for a date, the flirting,” I listed all of his efforts.
He huffed, setting down his beer and sliding out from the booth.
“I thought you weren’t a quitter?” I looked up at him and he scoffed.
“Enough,” his tone was low, demanding and silenced whatever argument that was about to leave my mouth next. “Move over,” he said, sliding into the same side as me. He leaned over the back with his arm and braced on the table, effectively trapping me in with his body. “I know this is hard to believe but there can be duality to a man, Adeline. I can take you on dates, treat you right, feed you, make you laugh… keep you happy,” his voice changed again as he leaned in closer. “I like doing all those things…” He breathed out and I could feel it across my throat and chest as his fingers curled into the cushioned booth behind my head.
I could feel the heat rising on my cheeks again, a ferocious mixture of gin and Jensen’s cologne flooded my senses and made it hard to think about anything other than kissing him.
“But that’s just one side of me,” Jensen said, his hand coming up and pressing against my cheek, his fingers long enough to curl against the back of my jaw and pull me closer to his lips. “I want to be the one that fucks every bratty thought from your head until I’m the only thing on your mind.”
I swallowed, pressing my hand flat to the table close to his while his gaze stayed intently connected to mine.
