Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
The rawly honest declaration hangs in the air around us, leaving my defenses crumbling under the pressure of his presence.
“That’s a lot to process before I’ve even finished this coffee,” I manage, trying to deflect with humor, but the attempt feels flimsy against his certainty.
He smirks, leaning back, oozing a confident prowess that demands attention. “You can finish your coffee while you think about it.”
It’s maddening how he can unnerve me with just a few words. His confident possessiveness flips some switch deep inside me. What could it hurt to give him a chance?
“Alright,” I say, the word slipping out before I can stop it. “We can start with one date and see where that goes.”
“How about lunch today?” I ask, watching her closely, gauging her reaction.
She pauses, biting her lip in that way that drives me wild. “What if we do dinner instead?” she counters, her voice light but firm. “I’ve got laundry and a million things to catch up on today. Plus, Boo will take out a hit on me if I don’t get to the store for her favorite kitty treats.”
“Dinner it is, then,” I reply, not missing a beat. “I’ll be back at six-thirty to pick you up.”
“Great,” she agrees, her smile widening, but I feel a flicker of challenge in her gaze.
As she walks me to the door, I can’t shake the anticipation building with each step. I want more than just dinner from Leni. In my heart, I know she’s the one for me, and I need to convince her to give me a chance.
At the threshold, I can’t resist the urge to pull her into my arms. The heat radiating off her draws me in deeper.
With a firm grip, I tilt her chin up, grounding my gaze on hers. There’s a mix of surprise and something electric fluttering across her features. I lean in to crush my lips against hers and the energy around us ignites like a match.
The world around us fades until there’s nothing but our raw and passionate connection. Her curvy body melts against mine. Fuck. She was made just for me. The kiss awakens something deep and primal deep inside me. I’m on the precipice of throwing my control right out the window when I remind myself I can’t rush things. I have too much to lose.
Before things get out of control, I pull back, our foreheads touching, breaths mingling as we both try to catch our breath. She blinks, those eyes reflecting surprise and spark, dizzy from the collision of what has just happened. Perfect. I want her bewildered, wanting more, and I can sense I’ve left my mark.
“See you tonight, Leni,” I murmur, the cadence of my voice low and commanding, letting her know I’m not messing around.
“Can’t wait,” she replies, her smile a mix of excitement and uncertainty.
As I walk away, I’m already counting the minutes until I can have her back in my arms. Forever.
The moment I get home, I stride into my kitchen with purpose. The sight of my empty apartment doesn’t help my mood. I crave Leni more than I ever thought possible. I want her to know that I’m serious about this. That what I feel for her is more than some fleeting whim. I need her to be a permanent fixture in my otherwise chaotic life.
I start brainstorming dinner. She deserves something special, not your average run-of-the-mill restaurant. My mind races with ideas, and I finally settle on a place that’s notoriously hard to get a reservation at. Le Petit Bistro is an upscale spot where the food is phenomenal, and the ambiance practically drips with romance.
Pulling out my phone, I dial Nora, bracing for the roll of her eyes I can almost hear through the line. She picks up on the second ring. “It must be an emergency for you to call me on a Saturday.”
“It is. I need a little favor,” I say, trying to keep my tone casual. “Can you get me a reservation for seven pm tonight at Le Petit Bistro?”
There’s a pause on the other end, and I can almost hear the gears turning in her head. She whistles through her teeth. “That’s more than a little favor. You’d have to promise to name your first born after me if I got you reservations there on such short notice.”
I groan inwardly, knowing I’d promise just about anything right now. “Alright, fine! I’ll name my first girl Pita.”
“Ha-ha, you’re a barrel of laughs.” She chuckles knowingly. “I might be a pain in the ass, but you need me.”
“I do,” I admit. “And I’ll do whatever you ask if you get me reservations.” What can I say? I’m fucking desperate.
“I’ll see what I can do,” she says, biting back a laugh. “I’ll text you if I pull off the miracle.”