Page 49 of All of My Lasts


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“A very expensive baby,” I retort light-heartedly.

He opens my door for me. Our hands brush and sparks continue to fly between us.

The inside of the car is just as impressive as the outside, all dark leather and shiny surfaces that contrast the matt exterior. It’s sexy as fuck… just like him.

Liam

Fuck me, she looks hot tonight. I’m not sure how I’m going to keep my hands off her for much longer. It’s no exaggeration that I’ve been dying to kiss her again. I almost had her in her house. I was so close, but she dodged me, leaving me high and dry. Although, it was probably for the best; one taste of her again, and there’s a chance I wouldn’t have been able to keep my gentlemanly side in check.

I round my car and get into the driver’s side. Once I silently pull away, Jess chuckles to herself beside me. “What?” I ask.

“Nothing, just…. nothing." Her eyes twinkle with mischief.

The whole drive to the restaurant, I have to fight to stop my hands from drifting over the centre console of the car to touch her. In the end, I lose the battle and rest my hand on her thigh and gently squeeze it. I love how she feels under my palm and how her breath hitches for a second, then I turn my hand upwards in the hope that she places hers in mine.

Jess doesn’t disappoint. Her fingers intertwine with mine and I clasp our hands together, not wanting to let this feeling go.

We arrive at the restaurant on London’s south bank. The views from this place are incredible, or so my parents told me. My mum insisted that I try this place soon, so I’m hoping it’s as good as they say.

“Do you have a reservation?” the waiter asks, not looking up.

“Yes, Liam Taylor, for two,” I say, keeping my hand firmly on Jess’ back. When the waiter finally looks up, he nods, leading us through the restaurant.

The place is airy, and open, with tables positioned around the glass windows. The lights of London are winking as we walk to our seats. The dark blue lighting casts a glow over the white tablecloths and when the waiter stops at our table, the views of the River Thames go on for miles.

“Thank you,” I say, pulling our Jess’ seat for her.

“Here is the wine menu. Roscoe will be your waiter for the evening, and he will be over shortly with the specials for tonight.”

Jess’ eyes are fixated on the view of the river and London bustling below us. “Liam, this is…” She pauses to look at me. “Stunning.”

I look at her over the glow of our table lamp. “You’restunning,” I return her comment and am rewarded with a dimple pop and a blush. Both of which are becoming two of my favourite things again.

“I thought we were having pizza, though?” she asks. “This place is way fancier than pizza.”

“This place is the best pizza place south of the river or so my parents tell me. They have a fancy menu too, if you’d rather have that?”

Her head shakes. “Pizza is good.”

I lean over the table. “So, how are you still single, Jessica Scott? I thought for sure someone would’ve snatched you up by now.”

“I don’t know… work got busy, I suppose. Then, I didn’t look for anything serious because I was busy. I actually haven’t had an official boyfriend in a really long time.” I note the blush on her cheeks as she admits that last part, but she shrugs it off easily. “What about you?”

“Yeah… I haven’t had a boyfriend in a long time either.”

Jess barks a laugh.

“I guess no one has given me a reason to settle down yet…” I eye her knowingly. “But you, you’re a catch.”

“I hate to disappoint you, lover boy, but I’m not that much of a catch.” She fiddles with her napkin.

“Whoever told you that you weren’t a catch was obviously not looking in the right pond, because you, Jessica, are my favourite catch…a-a-andnow I’ve said that out loud it sounds really fucking weird.”

I frown at myself and rub the back of my neck, disappointed that I left my charm at home tonight.

She makes my favourite noise, a light, easy laugh,yeswith her dimple and then she wrinkles her nose, and I might need to lie down because she’s insanely beautiful. My poor heart can’t take much more, and the night is still young.

“Do you still play rugby?”

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