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Antony looked at her straight on. “You wouldn’t say that if you knew what was going on in my head.”
She tilted her head and met his gaze. “You say that like I might not be having the same thoughts.”
He inhaled sharply and closed his eyes, tamping down the sudden flood of images that rushed through his brain. She huffed out an amused sigh, and he leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, his voice rough. “I’m just really trying to behave here.”
“And I’ll keep that in mind for when I want you to stop.” Lesley smiled at him, a little half grin that crinkled the outer corners of her eyes, and once again, Antony’s breath caught.
She wasn’t going to be trouble. She already was.
Their drive back to Lesley’s house was quiet. Antony held her hand the entire way, playing with her fingers, and bringing them up to his lips every few minutes. He pulled up in front of Oliver’s house and turned the engine off.
“You know, you can pull around back,” Lesley said.
“I know,” Antony said. He got out and moved around to her door before she could get out. “It’s a longer walk to your door this way.”
As Lesley got out of the car, she saw the curtains on the front of Oliver’s house flutter.
Antony did too, apparently. “He checking up on you?” he asked, smiling, and wrapping his arm around her.
“Nah. Just checking to see who pulled up in front of the house. It’s quiet out here. You know he’s not like that.” She leaned into him as they strolled up to her door. “Thank you for sharing the restaurant with me,” she said. “I’d like to go back sometime.”
“We will.” They reached the door, and he leaned against the side of the house while she dug her key out of her pocket.
Lesley slid the key into the lock and twisted it but didn’t turn the handle. She turned toward Antony.
“Come here,” he said, before she could speak. He held his arms out and wrapped them around her. Her head tucked perfectly into the crook of his neck, and he breathed in her scent and closed his eyes.
When she moved, she tilted her head up and he wasn’t going to pass on the chance to kiss her again. He ran his hands up her back, over her shoulders, and up her neck, smiling as she shivered when his fingertips traced under her hair at the back of her scalp.
“I can’t wait to see you again,” Antony whispered as he brushed his lips against hers.
“You’re still seeing me right now.”
“Yes. And I’m thinking about our next date.” He angled his mouth and deepened the kiss, careful to keep his hands loose about her face. What he wanted to do was to crush her against him, to press her up against the wall and feel her move against him. What he needed to do was keep things sweet. For now.
She had her hands fisted in his jacket and was leaning into him when he broke the kiss.
“Now I’m on fire,” she said, kissing his chin.
“That makes two of us.” It’d be so easy. And oh, it’d be so good. The things he’d do to her to keep that blush going across her cheeks and that dreamy look in her eyes. And the other things he could do with that mouth. Her lips were red and a little swollen from their kisses, and if he didn’t stop imagining them on his body, they would both be in for a long night. The wait would be worth it.
He took her hands and held them to his chest before kissing her on the cheek and the forehead. Then, he brought her fingertips to his lips once again, and kissed them. “I should go.”
She smiled at him and leaned in to kiss him one more time. “I can’t wait to see you again,” she said, and slipped into her house.
Antony saw a light come on from somewhere further in her place and turned to walk back up the drive to his car. Oliver’s house was dark, save for a dim, flickering light that illuminated the edges of the curtains. He slid behind the wheel and looked at his watch. Not even midnight. At one point, this would be about the time he’d be going out for the evening. Now, he only wanted to get back to his place and plan another date with Lesley.
Half an hour later, he pulled up to his building and made his way to the apartment. He was emptying his pockets into the bowl he kept on the table when his phone chirped.
Much better than the sopaipillas. Sweet dreams, Antony.
And for the first night in a long time, they were.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Antony strolled into the office midway through the next week and found Charlie sitting at her desk, writing furiously. She looked up and smiled at him.
