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“Planning on it,” I called back. “Don’t wait up.”
She laughed. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”
Growing giddy about my night, I hurried to my car, unable to stop grinning as I climbed in.
When I pulled into Damien’s driveway ten minutes later, he must’ve been waiting at the window because the front door opened as I parked, and sexiness incarnate stepped out.
He was wearing a brown suit jacket and slacks to match with a leather belt and off-white shirt that was unbuttoned way too low, like, maybe three buttons had been left open. But, damn, it looked good on him.
As he strolled out toward my car to meet me, my mouth started to water. It was beyond miraculous to me that this stunning being had not only given me the time of day, but he actually wanted to be my boyfriend.
I had to be the luckiest girl on the planet.
My stomach jumbled with nerves, and I didn’t even know why. Everything just felt so suddenly real. I was with the most amazing guy, and I wasn’t sure what I’d done to earn this right.
Finally opening my car door, I whistled at him as I stepped out. “Whoa, Archer. You clean up…real nice.”
“Thanks,” he started with an intimate smile, only to slow to a stop when I shut the door behind me and pulled my hand purse to my waist in front of me. His eyebrows lifted as he took me in from head to toe.
“Fuck,” he finally breathed before his gaze lifted to mine. “Are you sure we really need to go out? Because I can order something in, and we could just—”
“Oh, hell no,” I told him in no uncertain terms and even lifted my index finger to show how serious I was. “I got all dressed up for my first date ever. You are not taking this away from me.”
Damien quirked up a single eyebrow. “First date ever?” he asked slowly.
“Yeah, well…” I shrugged lamely and motioned around me. “I’m more of a casual, hook-up kind of girl. Meet in a big group and then peel off from that with someone who strikes my fancy. Boyfriends and dating were never really my thing…until you.”
He heaved in a deep breath, and I could tell my response affected him.
Coming toward me, he reached out his hand. I accepted his fingers, and he squeezed mine warmly as he looked deeply into my eyes. “I’m the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet.”
“Funny,” I murmured, lifting my other arm to trail a finger along his hairline and simply enjoy the texture. “I was just thinking that about me.”
His whiskey eyes gleamed in approval. Then he hitched his head toward his truck and tugged on my hand. “Come on,” he invited. “I’ve got a girlfriend I need to impress with her first date ever.”
* * *
Hudson was workingwhen we arrived at Villa de Gusanos, and he personally delivered our meal to us, something we let him choose that he called a cheese and beef crepe. After all the candlelight, and stringed instruments playing, and tiramisu dessert, I rested my head on Damien’s shoulder as he walked us out to his truck.
“Best first date ever,” I announced as I ran my fingers up his chest to play with the deep opening of his shirt, only for him to slip a hand around my waist and kiss my hair.
“Date’s not over yet. That was just the appetizer.”
From there, he took me to the beach, and we walked along the boardwalk until we came across an arcade, where we played some air hockey and ball toss. I was laughing over how soundly I’d thrashed him at the ball toss as we approached his truck afterward when he tightened his grip on my hand and whirled me to face him.
“Oh!” Not expecting the move, I gasped as my chest bumped into his, but all he did was curl his hand around to the base of my spine to anchor me there.
“Stay the night with me,” he entreated, lowering his face to mine.
I looked at his mouth, craving a taste, only to lift my eyes to his and tease, “I don’t know. Do I really want to be the type of girl who gives it up on the first date?”
“I bought your favorite French vanilla cappuccino K-Cups,” he coaxed.
And that was it. I was flat-out gone for this boy.
“Sold.”
But I didn’t just stay that night. I ended up staying over on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, too.
