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And damn, that was hot.
“But I’ll be plenty satisfied just to hold you in my arms and talk to you without any distractions or interruptions,” he added.
Come on.
How was I supposed to turn that down?
“Write up a schedule and I’ll consider it,” I agreed.
He flashed me a full-on grin. “You can count on it.”
When he resumed typing, I was biting my lip hard to hide a smile.
We managedto clear the entire pan of goulash much more quickly than I expected, so I made a mental note to buy a bigger pan and to triple whatever I thought we’d need the next time I cooked. Ford didn’t seem offended in the slightest by the fact that we’d run out of food, and had assured me that he’d keep me fed.
It wasn’t like I questioned whether or not he’d feed me—the guy was practically a superhero on that front.
We worked for another hour before getting ready and then heading out for our date. I felt kind of bad that I didn’t have a dress with me to change into, but Ford assured me that he wasn’t at all offended by my slouchy sweater and leggings.
And considering he squeezed my ass and kissed my shoulder when he said it, I believed him.
We parkedin front of a cute little shop called Paint of Heart. Inside, the place was painted in calming colors, with art pieces lining the walls. There were various easels and stools spread around the room in pairs, and as far as I could see, four other couples were already painting.
One of the couples was fairly old, both with completely gray hair, and they sat near the front. What I could see of the woman’s easel looked like a damned masterpiece.
Off to the side, there was a couple who looked somewhere around mine and Ford’s age, grinning. Both of them had a few smears of paint on their arms, and he had a big blue streak up the side of his cheek.
Near the center of the room, two middle-aged couples sat together, all four of the people chatting as they worked on their paintings and the drinks set on stools between their easels.
I suddenly felt very, very out of place.
This was mine and Ford’s first official date; we still didn’t know each other all that well, and everyone else there was probably mated and crazy in-love and—
Ford’s hand landed on the small of my back as he guided me to the front left set of easels. We would be far enough from everyone else that we’d have some semblance of privacy, and especially, far enough from the giggling, paint-speckled couple that I wouldn’t be staring at them and comparing us to them.
Ultimately, we were still pretty close to the beginning of our relationship.
And even if we’d been years in, I didn’t see us as the giggling, painting-each-other kind of couple.
Who really knew though; people changed a lot, and there was no predicting when those big changes would arise. I sure as hell hadn’t expected Teagan to “adopt” Jesse and move out, but look at them.
Ford and I would figure our shit out; I was sure of that. We were already on the right track, and like I’d said, he already knew me better than he probably should’ve. It was only a matter of time before my wolf decided to chomp down on him, and then we’d be permanent.
And some part of me could hardly freakin’ wait for that day.
But, the logical, realistic side of me knew it couldn’t be rushed, and I was patient enough to follow through with it.
