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I went from—I hope I get to talk to her more—to, I can’t get up from the table for a hot minute or everyone will see my boner.
“But I literally cannot eat another bite. I’m super stuffed and as much as I’d love to have you taste chocolate when you kiss me goodnight, it’s gonna have to be buttery crab legs. Sorry about your luck.”
“Give us a moment,” I asked the server, and he bowed away before I turned my attention back to Gia. “You are a forthright woman and I appreciate that.” Hallelujah, I thought to myself. Because I planned to kiss her like there was no tomorrow. “And I’m gonna put a pin in that goodnight kiss you’re talking about. We can circle back to that later. Are you telling me you are too full now, for a dessert later? Have you never opened the fridge late at night and eaten something sinful?”
Her hand rested on the table and I dragged my middle finger slowly down hers.
“Because I don’t know about you, but I plan on taking a piece of chocolate coconut cake home with me. Can’t wait to get that stuck in my teeth when I eat it in front of the open refrigerator standing in my birthday suit.”
Gia’s eyes widened and her eyebrows rose nearly into her hairline, like no one had ever suggested such a thing to her before.
She blinked, clearing her throat before a sultry smile pulled at her lips. “Well, I won’t say I’ve never done the midnight snack thing, but I have yet to try it nude and in the light of the refrigerator. I’m more of a hover over the sink kinda girl.”
“It’s not where you’re standing, it’s the nudity that’s important. Very liberating.”
I was teasing. Mostly.
Gia laughed again. Not the loud cackling from earlier, but a low throaty giggle that did dangerous things to my insides. Made me want to keep saying stupid shit so she’d repeat the sound. Today, tomorrow and other days too. Not just over a three-week period.
Danger, danger.
Gia put her hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay I give up. Chocolate coconut cake to go.”
“Only if you promise to eat it nude.” Man I was pushing my luck, but something told me it was okay with her.
“I’ll leave that up to your imagination.”
Did she just give me permission to fantasize about her?
“Careful what you say, beautiful Gia, I have a very active imagination.”
