The whole ride to the restaurant, I kept catching myself staring at her instead of my damn phone. The sunlight hitting her skin had her glowing, and those little shorts she had on definitely weren’t helping me think straight either.
“You keep staring at me like that, and we’re going to end up in somebody’s ditch,” she said while keeping her eyes on the road.
“Can you blame me?” I asked, unapologetic as hell.
“Yes.”
“No.”
She laughed under her breath while shaking her head. I swear that little shift did something to me every single time.
A few minutes later, she pulled into the parking lot of this upscale little seafood spot we’d been to a couple of times before. As soon as she parked, I immediately reached for the handle.
“Sit there,” I told her.
“Kyrie—”
“Woman, let me do something.”
She rolled her eyes dramatically, but I still caught the smile that was trying to creep onto her face while I got out and walked around the car.
My arm felt stiff as hell when I opened the door for her, but I ignored that shit.
“There.” I smirked once she stepped out. “See? I’m back.”
“You are so dramatic.”
“Baby, dramatic is what I’m gonna be later.”
“Kyrie!”
“What?” I grabbed her hand, pulling her against my side while leading her toward the restaurant entrance. “I finally got both of my hands back. You think I’m finna act right?”
When we got into the restaurant, I noticed it was a little packed, but I didn’t give a damn. I wasn’t worried about these folks; I was trying to get some damn food in my system.Especially since I was planning to dig into that shit when I got home.
As we sat down to eat, a waiter came over to the table and handed us our menus before asking us what we wanted to drink.
Sianni ordered some fruity little shit while I ordered a lemonade before handing the menu back. As soon as the waiter walked off, my hand landed on her thigh underneath the table.
“You’re aggravating,” she said, looking down at the menu.
“And you’re fine.”
“Boy, hush.”
I smirked before slowly rubbing my thumb against her thigh while she kept pretending to focus on the menu.
Those little ass shorts she had on definitely weren’t helping me think straight either. Every time Shorty shifted in her seat, my mind kept drifting somewhere it ain’t have no business drifting in public.
“You going to order or just stare at me the whole time?” she asked without looking up.
“I can do both.”
She sucked her teeth while fighting a smile. “You are always horny.”
“And whose fault is that?”
“My fault?” she asked, looking up at me.
