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We were going to an early dinner together at Max’s. It felt like a date. Actually, the whole day did with Colton picking me up, doing yoga, and touring the farm. My intent was for him to relax, but instead, the day had a profound impact on me.
I liked Colton. It wasn’t a crush or a passing itch. He was disciplined and uptight, but he could relax and let go with me. I wanted to be the one who showed him another way to live without all the rules and constraints he preferred.
The only problem was that being close to him did funny things to my insides. Were we betraying Delilah by spending time together? I could pass it off as friendship, but I wanted more.
I wanted to know how his fingers would feel on my skin, his tongue on my pussy, his cock driving into me. I wanted hot and dirty sex with Colton.
It was something I hadn’t thought he was capable of, but now that I’d experienced the heat of his gaze, I suspected he’d be amazing in bed. I bet he’d let go of the constraints and give in to his baser instincts, and I wanted to experience that for myself.
Colton parked near Max’s. “You ready to go in?”
He paused, looking at me. This felt like he was asking for more, not just dinner at a mutual friend’s restaurant, but acknowledging that this was going to look like a date to others. That we’d get questions about our relationship. That he was willing to deal with it for a chance with me.
The question was, was I willing to risk the same? Resting my hand on the door handle, I knew I wanted to spend time with him. I wasn’t ready for the day to end. “Yeah, let’s do it.”
I opened the door and climbed out. Colton met me at the back of the truck, his hands stuffed in his pockets. He’d held my hand at the rose farm. Had he felt freer there because we were out of town?
I raised a brow. “You sure about this?”
“You mean, eating dinner together?” he asked, falling in step with me.
“Yeah.” My heart pounded in my chest while I waited for his response.
We walked side by side, occasionally moving around families and couples window-shopping or stopping for ice cream.
Finally, he said, “You want me to live in the moment, and that’s what I’m doing. I’m going with what feels good.”
I couldn’t resist wrapping a hand around his arm and leaning into him. “I like that.”
He smiled down at me, his expression earnest.
I smiled back, content to walk with him in the warm summer afternoon, enjoying his company and proximity.
I may want to explore something physical with Colton, but I didn’t need to rush into anything. We could be friends and get to know each other, enjoying this attraction simmering just below the surface.
He opened the door to Max’s, and I stepped inside. My eyes took a second to adjust to the dim lighting, seeing the bar to the right and the restaurant to our left.
The hostess asked where we’d like to eat, and I indicated a table on the restaurant side, where we were more likely to have privacy. Max worked mainly at the bar, in the kitchen, and in his office. He rarely walked the dining room, not wanting to disturb his waitstaff or customers. I wanted Colton to myself for a little longer.
The hostess handed us the menus, and when she left us alone, I said, “I have to tell you something.”
Colton lowered his menu, raising his brow. “Why do I feel like it’s something I’m not going to like?”
I sat up, leaning in to whisper, “I hate seafood.”
He blanched. “Why didn’t you say something? We could have gone somewhere else.”
I smiled and shook my head. “It’s hard to find a restaurant that doesn’t serve seafood in Annapolis.”
Colton picked up the menu, scanning it. “There’s chicken, pulled pork, and burgers. So, there are other options. Are you okay with eating here?”
“Yeah, more than okay.”
After a minute, he put his menu down and asked, “Do you normally get a negative response to not liking seafood?”
I rolled my eyes. “Most guys can’t believe I’ve lived in Maryland my whole life and hate seafood.”
