I don’t tell her about the NFL and she doesn’t ask which is nice. She does ask about my family and friends and how I like teaching at the school. She also loves the school and can’t wait to see my team in action in the fall. I have a feeling that my boys will be seeing a lot of her as they’re a pretty rough and tumble crowd.
“You ready to go, Angel?” I ask her softly after tossing a bunch of bills in the folder with the check. Her eyes have a happy soft, dreamy look to them. Whether it’s from the wine, the food, or me, I don’t care. I just love seeing it. Oh, who am I kidding? I hope it’s me.
I walk Angel out to the truck and hold her door open for her. She smiles at me when I close it behind her. I round the hood and open my own door and hop in. Before I can even start the truck she’s across the bench seat, snuggled into my side, her head on my shoulder.
“Cold?” I ask her.
“No,” she tells me softly. I have to bite my bottom lip to keep from groaning as we make our way back into town. I park at the curb in front of her house and this time she doesn’t make any pretense of trying to get out by herself. She knows it’s important to me.
I open her door and take her hand to help her from the truck. She pulls her keys from her purse and unlocks the front door, but makes no move to open it.
“Thank you for a wonderful evening,” she tells me as she reaches up to kiss me on the cheek. Like last time, I wrap my arms around her waist. But unlike last time, I turn my head at the last possible second and kiss her like I mean it. When she gasps, I run my hand up her back and into her long loose curls, licking into her mouth and tasting the red wine and Angel. When she sighs I soften my kiss and let go of her hair, but not her body. She lowers her eyes and rolls her bottom lip in her mouth, biting it while she gathers her thoughts.
“Want to come inside?” She asks me, her eyes meeting mine. And hell yes, I do. My dick has been harder than a goal post since the first time I saw my Angel, then and now, but I have to be sure.
