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“Yes. Of course. But I’m hungry.”
“We’ll pick up a pizza.”
I shake my head. “I’m thinking falafel.”
“That’s what I meant. We’ll pick up falafel.”
My grin inflates to embarrassing proportions. “I must be back by eight to close the store.”
Koen glances at his watch. “Doesn’t leave much time for making out in my truck. So we’d better get going.”
My jaw slowly unhinges. “Really. I don’t know why Herb said you were shy.”
Koen smirks. “Yeah? Well, he said I called you unethical. It’s possible Herb’s not that great with words.” He shuts my door.
When we reach Home Depot, Koen takes my hand and leads me inside.
I feel it way beyond my hand, a fluttering in my tummy, a hitch in my breath, and warmth spreading everywhere. “Can I ask why you think I’d make out with you when we’ve known each other for less than two weeks?”
“That’s easy.” He guides me past the carts and the garden center. “Making out happens before undressing. Since I had toundress you at the park, we’re now ahead of schedule. Just like babies should crawl before they walk, we were supposed to make out before getting naked. Therefore, we need to step back and hit that milestone.”
The way he glances over his shoulder to grin at me while I purposely hang back a step is sexy beyond words.
“I’m hungry.”
He laughs. “This won’t take long.”
“Yes. But you’ve added making out to our plans. And I won’t want to make out after I’ve eaten falafel unless I brush my teeth.”
He suddenly turns right and then left until we’re in the corner of the store, by the flooring and a mammoth hanging display of area rugs.
Then … he kisses me. It’s intense yet too short. With my face in his hands, he lingers a breath away from my lips. Surely, he’ll kiss me again.
“I knew it would be good,” he says with a grin.
“Me too,” I whisper with what little breath I have left.
“Must be that foreplay perfume.”
I grin. “I’m wearing Tease Me tonight, not Foreplay.”
He leads me back toward the wire. “Is there a difference between foreplay and teasing?”
“Of course. Tease Me has citrus with a hint of vanilla. It should make you curious but not ravenous.”
Koen can’t entirely hide his grin, but I enjoy watching him try. “Not what I meant.”
“I know.”
He plucks a spool of wire from the shelf, and we don’t say another word while heading to the self-checkout, but we exchange plenty of sexy glances and knowing grins.
“What is falafel anyway? Isn’t it like lamb balls?”
I snort while he pulls out of the parking lot. “I can’t say for sure. I haven’t had lamb balls. Do lamb balls taste like chickpeaswith herbs and spices? Do you eat yours with tahini sauce, tomatoes, cucumbers, parsley, and onions?”
“Have you finished that puzzle?”
“So we’re jumping from lamb testicles to the puzzle? You’re not boring.”
