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Parking near the entrance, I brace myself on his shoulder and get off, my feet finding solid ground before I take the helmet off.
“I know it looks shitty, but I promise the food is good,” he assures me.
“Okay.”
“Come on, gorgeous.” He smiles, placing a hand on my lower back, guiding me inside.
A country theme is prevalent, with all kinds of memorabilia hanging on the walls. A small stage is to the left with a square dancefloor in front of it for live bands, and I’m guessing some good ol’ line dancing. There’s a bar to the right, and booths line the walls with a few tables in the middle.
Alex guides me over to one of the booths and I slide in. The wood of the tabletop is marred and scratched with what looks like decades of use. Names, dates, and images are carved throughout, and I can’t help but smile as I run my fingers over the gauges.
I always wanted to carve mine and my man’s initials into a tree or table like this when I was a teenager. It was the ultimate sign of love back then, and I never got to experience it.
“Did you ever add your name?” I ask him, glancing up to find him watching me with an amused look on his face.
“What do you mean?”
“Like this.” I point to the heart with the initials KP & GB inside of it.
“Yeah, I think so. When I took a date here in high school.”
“Figures.” I smile.
Alex opens his mouth to say something, but a waitress comes over to us before he gets the chance. She pushes her long, straight brown hair over her shoulder and pushes her chest out.
Oh, she’s really going to play this game?
I glance at her nametag and resist rolling my eyes. Amber. Her name is Amber. Seriously? Girls like her always have sexy names that suit them just so.
“Hi, Alex.” His name rolls off her tongue like a caress, like she’s said it a thousand times.
“Hey, Amber.” Hey, Amber? He’s on a first name basis with her?
“What can I get for you?” She holds her small note pad up near her chest and chews on the end of her pen, drawing his eyes to her mouth.
“I’ll have a Bud. Draft. Mel?”
His eyes sweep over to me, and I only hesitate for a second before saying, “Rosé. Thanks.” Giving Amber a bright smile, she narrows hers slightly, and then walks back over to the bar.
My smile quickly fades, and I look at Alex.
“Yeah, gorgeous? Got something to say?”
“Nope.” I pop the ‘p’ in nope a little too hard, and he smirks.
“I know what you’re thinking, babe,” he says low, his voice trying to sooth me. “She’s just always my waitress when I come in.”
“Mhmm,” I hum, running my hand down my braid and curing the ends around my finger.
“You do that when you’re nervous or thinking too hard.”
“What?”
“Play with the ends of your hair.”
“Oh. Yeah.” Dropping my hands to the table, I trace the patterns I see there with my eyes.
“You don’t have to stop. I love watching you think things over. And while you do it, I think about is how all that dark, silken hair will feel brushing my thighs as you take me in your mouth. Next time, I want it loose and wild, flowing down like the black waves of the ocean at night.”
