Page 43 of Fever: Love In Scrubs
At one point during the night, we’d migrated to the same side of the table. She leaned comfortably into me as we spoke and ate our shared dessert of Oreo cheesecake. Wynter cupped my chin and held her fork to my mouth to feed me a bite. Just as I went to take it, she tipped the fork a little, getting the whipped cream all over my lips.
She giggled. “That’s for making me think that pedal boat was going to tip over.”
I chuckled. “See, I told you. You hold grudges.”
I picked up a napkin to wipe my mouth, but she stopped me.
“I’ve got it.”
Palming my face, she swiped her tongue over my lips before sucking the whip cream off. That shit had my dick bricking in my pants. It had been too long since I had some nasty shit like that done to me. I didn’t know where this bravery came from, but I wasn’t mad at it.
“Damn,” I said, when she pulled back. “Do we need to stop by a grocery store and grab a can of whipped cream?”
She broke into light laughter.
“I’m for real,” I said. “You can’t be kissing me like that, woman. You want to start a problem and I’m trying to be respectful.” I playfully shook my head. “See, my mama always warned me about the innocent looking ones.”
She rolled her eyes as she dug back into our dessert. “Like I told you, I’m not that innocent. You make me comfortable enough to let my guard down. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt like that.”
“You don’t need your guard up with me. I know that’s easier said than done, but on some real shit, I’m genuine in everything I say and do. You can trust yourself with me.”
She smiled and nodded. “I believe you.”
I was nothing if not sincere. She’d never have to worry about me switching up on her. With me, what you see is exactly what you get. You could always believe the person I told you I was, was the same as the person I showed you I was to be.
Dinner… and dessert, was amazing.
Conversation was great.
The chemistry was fire.
I felt a warmth spread through my body that was foreign to me. Jaxson Pierre was something else. I’d clearly had too much wine to be licking and kissing on him like that in public… actually atall. His lips just looked so delectable covered in the whip cream. I couldn’t help myself.
Currently, we were walking hand in hand through the night market, another new thing in Silver Run. After dinner, we didn’t feel like going home. Neither of us said it out loud, but it was in the way we lingered on the sidewalk near his car, people watching. It was clear in the way his arms sought the comfort of my waist as he held me close, peppering my face with kisses while I tried not to giggle.
“I’m not ready to let you go yet,” he finally confessed.
“Then don’t.”
“You up for a walk?”
“In these heels?”
He chuckled. “I have some slides in the car. My father always taught me to be prepared because women will let their feet suffer for the sake of looking good. Now, you look good as hell and you’re wearing the fuck outta these heels, but we can give them a rest.”
I blew a breath of release. “Please, God, take them off.”
He laughed as he opened the door and helped me into the truck. Opening the back door, he grabbed the slides and handed them to me. Much to my surprise, they were my size and were too cute with the bedazzled straps.
“Wait, you bought these? I thought you meant you had a pair of yours.”
“Nah, baby. My slides would swallow your dainty little feet.”
He stooped and carefully took off my heels, giving me a small foot massage in the process. I smiled as he slipped the slides onto my feet then helped me out of the truck. A moan escaped my lips because they were so comfortable.
“Thank you,” I said, pecking his lips.
“You’re welcome, love.”
