Page 67 of For the Win

His hands move on me in leisurely strokes that both soothe and excite.

“I’m hungry,” he says.

I blink, then grin at his unexpected statement.“Worked up an appetite?”

“Itisdinnertime.”

“What?”

“It’s six-thirty.”

“Holy shit.”

He chuckles.“I’ll order something in.”

“Um...”Should I leave?

“You’re not leaving,” he says, apparently reading my mind.“I have to feed you.”

Okay, then.I smile.“All right, then.”

“How about sushi?”

I don’t move.Uh...

“Kidding,” he says with a grin.“Thai?”

“No shrimp.”

He gives me a thumbs-up and reaches down over the side of the bed.He rises with his phone in his hand.“Hang on...let me open the app.”

After a moment, he shows me a menu.“Spring rolls...the fresh ones.We can get vegetarian.”

“Okay.”

“And...pad kee mao.With chicken?”

“Sure.”

“This is my favorite—khao soy, with beef.”

I read the description.I’ve never had either of these dishes, but they sound delicious.

He places the order and sets his phone down.Stretching out on his side, head propped on his elbow, he studies me.

Heat suffuses my body.The way he looks at me...like he wants me again...slays me.This is heady, feeling so desired, the sole focus of his intense attention.

“You’re beautiful,” he says.“Inside and out.”

“Oh.”I blink rapidly.“Thank you.”I set my hand on his chest.“I think you are too.”

He covers my hand with his and holds it there.His heart thumps in a slow, steady rhythm against my palm.

“I know you weren’t interested in me at first,” he says.

My forehead tightens.

“But I’m glad you finally agreed to go out with me.Maybe we could...keep going?Give this dating thing a shot?”

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