Page 17 of A Little Bit Wild

“Not even a little.”

“I’ll get it to go.”

“I think I love you.”

The words just pop out, and we both freeze once I’ve said them. We’re staring at each other, me in shock and him… well, it looks like he’s trying to gauge if I meant that.

My eyes dart to the door, wondering if I could outrun him. I’m sure he’d catch me and even if I managed to get away, he drove us here.

“I’d catch you,” he says, and I look back at him.

“I wasn’t thinking about running,” I lie.

“Liar. It was written all over your face,” he says with a grin, and I start to relax.

“That wasn’t my ‘I’m going to run away now’ face. It was my ‘I wonder if they have good tiramisu here’ face,” I tell him, and he rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling.

The waiter comes back, and Kye orders one of each dessert to go.

If I wasn’t in love with the guy before now, I definitely am now.

Kye pays the bill as the waiter boxes up our desserts, and he looks up at me. Our eyes lock, and he stares at me for a beat.

“What’s that look mean?” He asks quietly, and I swallow hard.

I’m sure that my feelings for him are written all over my face, and I blink, trying to clear the lovestruck look from my eyes.

“Just thinking about that tiramisu,” I lie, and he nods.

The waiter comes back and drops off our boxed-up desserts, and Kye stands, offering me his hand. For some reason, it feels huge to slip my hand into his. He’s been grabbing my hand and hugging me since we met. Why would it be so different now?

Deep down, I know the answer is because this feels more intimate. This whole dinner felt like a date.

I hope that it is.

We head out to his car, and he opens the passenger door for me.

“Thanks,” I murmur, and he nods as I slip inside.

The drive back to my house is over far too quickly, and as he pulls up in front of my house, I realize I don’t want our night to be over. For the first time in my life, I want someone. I just don’t know how to navigate this.

Do I invite him in? Kiss him? Throw myself at him and beg him to make me come so many times that we both lose track?

So probably not that last one…

If we do sleep together, then what is this? Are we dating? Is it just a fling? A one-night stand?

What could be wilder than a one-night stand?

I chew on my bottom lip as Kye turns to face me.

“I’ll walk you to your door,” he says, and for the first time since I’ve met him, Kye sounds reserved.

Is he thinking about being with me too?

That thought seems like almost too much to wish for, but as we start to head up the front porch steps of my house, it feels like it could be a possibility.

“Do you want to come in?” I ask him hoarsely as we stand in front of my front door.

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