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People could sell that?
“If that’s not what you really wanted, I can call the—
”
“Nope, I’m good,” I interrupted.
Note to self: when on dates, read the damn menu.
“Can we just pretend that that didn’t just happen?” I begged, shifting in my seat.
I was always embarrassed when it came to him. It was as though my brain just went on hibernate, and I was left to fend for myself.
“What’s your favorite color?” he asked.
“What?”
“I’m pretending that didn’t just happen. What’s your favorite color?”
“Teal.”
“Teal?”
“I’ve always had trouble picking between blue and green; then one day I saw teal, and all was right with the world,” I laughed.
Teal was my happy color.
He nodded, then looked at me as though he was waiting for something. Finally he gave up.
“This is the part where you ask me what my favorite color is, Thea,” he said, rolling his eyes.
“Is it? This is a slippery slope we’re on, you know. First it’s colors, and the next I’m telling you my deepest, darkest secrets.”
“Are you scared, Ms. Cunning?”
“I’m not, but you’re just not ready for it yet, Mr. Black.”
“Anything you bring to the table, I can take. But hey, if you’re scared of—”
“What’s your favorite color Levi?” I asked finally giving in.
He smirked, “I don’t have one.”
“Then what was…” I stopped, he did this all the time. “You really just like rattling me, don’t you?”
“In every sense of the word,” he said, behind the glass of water, and I shifted under his gaze.
He reached across the table, took my hand and rubbed the inside of my palm with his thumb. Though it was a small action, I felt myself melting into him. After six days, just doing this was enough.
We leaned back into our seats and relaxed, enjoying each other’s company. When the server brought our food to the table, he didn’t let go of my left hand. I tried to ignore him, but it bothered me how at ease he was. My pulse was racing, and he didn’t seem to be bothered by it in the least.
Slipping out of my flats, I pressed my right foot between his legs, smiling innocently when he jumped.
“Thea,” he said, as his back straightened, and his jaw tightened in an effort to control himself.
“Yes?” I asked, taking a bite of the rice he had ordered for me.
Meanwhile, under the table, my foot rubbed against him slowly.
