“I know.”
“Then why are you looking at me like that?”
The softness in his big eyes is making me uneasy. “No reason.”
“Molly …”
“I’m cum-drunk, okay? Simmer down.”
“Right.” I eye him, not sure whether to push. “We’re still good for our next date?”
He rolls his eyes and gives my nipple a quick pinch. “Yes, of course. The more dates you take me on, the faster you can teach me, the sooner I’ll find my future husband and be out of your hair.”
And even though I can tell he means it, I don’t feel any better.
“Sounds good.”
“It does.” He leans up and presses one more slow, soft kiss to my lips. “My future boyfriend will thank you.”
“Yeah.” I shift out of his grip. “And so he sure as hell should.”
Chapter 18
MOLLY
This is nothing. Not a relationship. Not more than a friend helping out a friend. I’m gazing across at Seven, and he’s steadfastly avoiding my eye by looking over the menu. This place so isn’t what I would have expected him to choose, but hey, we’re here. I’m going to enjoy it. And try to work out how to be a normal human in a restaurant setting.
“Stop it.” He huffs, still not looking up.
“Stop what?”
He waves a hand across the table. “Stop … that.”
I bite my lip to stop from laughing. “I’m just sitting here.”
“And being cute. And looking at me with that cute, dumb look on your face. It isn’t happening again.”
“Psht. Anyone would think you want it to happen again you keep bringing it up so much. I was good, wasn’t I?”
Seven hurries to glance around. “Your voice is loud.”
“You’re ignoring the question.”
“Of course I’m ignoring the question. We’re in a busy restaurant, spending more than anyone should ever spend on food, and …” He grabs the front of his button-up and fans it out a bit.
For the first time, I notice the sweat prickling at his hairline.
“Are you nervous?”
“I don’t like these places.”
“Then why did you pick it?”
Seven’s eyes finally fly up to meet mine. “I didn’t pick it.”
“Yes you did.”
“You picked it. It was your turn to choose the date.”