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I could really get used to this Nick.
Chapter 34
Nick
Lenny is always beautiful.
I’m always finding new details about her that give a little jolt to my groin and my heart.
Tonight, her long bare legs are distracting me from making sure this is the best date she’s ever had.
It doesn’t help that her shorts stop just below her ass. I can’t stop thinking about how her legs feel wrapped around my waist or what her ass looks like under those shorts.
According to Greg’s rules, that's going to have to wait. No sex on the first date. At first I thought the rule was reasonable, but now I’m thinking it’s utter bullshit.
We pull up to the restaurant. It’s a small Italian place Greg picked out. He said it was good and I hope he’s right.
I rushed to her side of the car to open her door after telling her to wait. She was quick to open it herself as soon as I stopped the car.
I hold the door and take her hand to help her out, because apparently, that’s what a gentleman does. I’m not sure I understand. It’s not like I have a truck or anything, but I go with it.
I resist the urge to kiss her again. If I kiss her I’m going to pin her to my car and check to see if she’s wearing a thong under that thing, because I don’t see any lines.
I should’ve checked for more of Holt’s dating rules before committing to Greg’s. Rule number one for him was to get naked, and I’m starting to think he was on to something.
The restaurant has dim romantic lighting with candles on the tables along with a red rose in the center.
The hostess leads us to a small table off to the side. At least I’m not too worried of running into too many college students here. It doesn’t seem like a big student hangout. I wouldn’t be surprised if we run into any professors here.
We’re quietly reading the menu and I sneak little glances at her. Her jacket is off and the front of her romper comes to a deep V. She’s hunched forward and I have a clear view to her bright pink bra I’ve seen before and I know has a matching thong to go with it.
Fuck.I need to stop thinking of her naked.
If I stare too long I won’t make it through dinner so I shake it off and distract myself with the wine list.
“Red or white?” I ask, looking at the list of bottles.
“White. You?”
“White sounds good.” I’m not a big wine drinker, but being in an Italian restaurant it’s a necessity. Or so that’s what Greg told me.
The place is good, as Italian restaurants go. Food is good, the service is good, and the atmosphere is ok. It’s nice. Not really my kind of scene, but I’m more focused on the woman in front of me. I try to ignore the Italian singer on stage belting out a song I don’t even understand. My focus is completely on Lenny and I drown the guy out.
The way she laughs at my stories about this past week, like she doesn’t want to give away her reaction, it makes me want to keep talking. I want to pull the laugh out. I want to be the reason she lets go of everything holding her back.
“Oh my god. He really smacked Luca with the hockey stick?” Lenny tightens her lips holding in her laugh.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure it was Luca’s stick too. You should’ve seen how fast he crumbled. It was the highlight of my week.” Not really. It was a close second. Normally I wouldn’t say it, but this is a date so I go with it. If I really want to have a relationship with Lenny I need to be honest. “Besides talking to you, and when you said yes to this date. Those are the true highlights.”
“Smooth. Real smooth.” She jokes, but her cheeks blush.
The singer’s voice behind me goes into a loud crescendo and Lenny’s holding back the wince on her face. I declined dessert when the waitress came back and immediately gave her my card. I’m so over this place.
Lenny watches me and bites her lip.
Shit, did she want dessert?
Did I screw this up again? I thought we were on the same page, but maybe she likes it here.
