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I take a long sip of wine to keep my tongue from betraying me. Finally, when I feel in control of myself and certain I won’t blurt “I love you, Hannah!”, I put down my glass and say, “There’s really no such thing as a long-distance relationship for someone like Josh. That dude hops planes like the rest of us catch taxis. Besides having an unlimited budget for commercial flights, he’s also got access to his uncle’s private jet.”
“Wow. Can you imagine?” Her eyes widen at whatever she’s seeing on my face. “You’ve flown on a private jet?”
“Yeah, several times, thanks to both Josh and Reed. Both of those guys love the finer things in life. Plus, they’re both ridiculously generous with their best friends.”
“Is flying private as glamorous as it looks in movies?”
I can’t help noticing Hannah’s blue eyes are sparkling like crazy. Note to self: fly Hannah somewhere on a private jet one of these days. “Yeah, it’s pretty sick, not gonna lie. It definitely makes you feel like a baller. But it’s not life-changing or anything. It’s just another fun memory, basically.”
“A bucket list item.”
“Exactly. Something to check off.”
Hannah smiles. “You’re so humble and grounded. I really love that about you.”
My heart rate spikes. Love. Oh my god. She said the “L” word. Granted, she didn’t say “I love you.” But, still, I think that’s the first time she’s used the word in relation to me.
“Thank you,” I manage to say. “I really love the same thing about you.” I love you, I love you, I love you, Hannah Banana Montana Milliken. So much so, I’m bursting at the seams to say it. But since I can’t, I murmur “459” under my breath as a means of relieving some of the pressure and yearning building inside of me.
“Hmm?” Hannah says, tilting her head.
“Hmm?” I echo, my eyebrows raised. Damn, I thought that clever little code word wasn’t audible.
“Did you say something?”
“I don’t think so. If I did, I was probably thinking of some coding I did earlier today.”
Hannah chuckles. “I can’t imagine what it’s like to be inside your brain.”
“It’s exhausting. I don’t recommend it. So, anyway, for dessert, I’ve got a surprise for you—one we’re going to feast on to our stomachs’ delight at another location.”
Hannah plunks down her fork. “Peter Hennessey. You’ve already given me way too many gifts and surprises. Tonight was supposed to be all about me spoiling you.”
“That’s what you said, but I never signed onto that.”
“Henny.”
“I arranged tonight’s surprise this morning, when I thought tonight would be our last night together for a while. You think I’d let our last night pass without some kind of romantic gesture? Please. You insult me.”
Hannah bats her eyelashes. “Thank you, but I wanted you to finally get to feel the way you always make me feel. After dinner, I was going to surprise you by making you my dessert—with whipped cream and everything.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “Now that’s a fantasy I didn’t know I had until now. Can we do that after my surprise for you?”
“Of course, we can. But now that we’re having an actual dessert, maybe I’ll massage you with some scented oils, rather than making you dessert. At least, for tonight. I’ll make you dessert tomorrow night, now that you’re staying.”
“It’s a date. Good thing I’m staying. I wouldn’t have wanted to miss that.”
Hannah puts her forearm on the table and smiles seductively. “Is there anything else kinda sexy you’d like to try this week, now that you’re staying a bit longer? A fantasy you’d like me to fulfill for you, perhaps?”
I blink rapidly. Whoa. That’s one hell of a sexy thing to hear from the woman you’re head over heels for. Plus, the comment answers a question I’ve been wondering about all week. Namely, if Kat has told Hannah anything about the fantasy-fulfillment extravaganza Josh and Kat have been embarking on since her visit to LA last weekend. Josh didn’t give me any details, out of respect for Kat. But he did tell me she’s got a shit-ton of elaborate fantasies, and he’s hell-bent on going the extra mile to fulfill all of them, no matter how much prep work or arrangements they might require. I can’t imagine Hannah would ask me such a titillating question out of the blue, especially considering she had lunch with Kat today. Did Kat tell Hannah even more details than Josh has told me, and now Hannah’s wondering why the fuck I don’t do this or that kinky thing for her, the way Josh does for Kat?
“You’ve already fulfilled all my fantasies, and then some,” I reply honestly. “Just by being a goddess who enthusiastically wants to have sex with me.” I place my forearm onto the table and smile, matching her position. “What about you? Do you have any fantasies I could fulfill for you? Anything at all. Don’t be shy now.” Frankly, I’ve been dying to ask Hannah this very question all week. Little did I know she’d give me such a natural opening to ask it.
