Page 50 of Eat Slay Love

The doors slid shut.

And then—the train began to move with a slow, smooth glide.

This is insane.

As the outside world blurred past the tinted windows, my heart raced in time with the rhythm of the train.

The plush chairs under our bodies were so close that our thighs brushed against each other. Each lingering contact sent a ripple of electricity through me.

And still Fabien held my hand.

The motion of the train was so fluid, so seamless, it felt like we were floating through time itself.

I turned to Fabien. “I’ve never had an experience like this. I feel like a kid in a toy store.”

His lips quirked at the corners, but his gaze remained fixed on me.

Not the train.

Not the luxury.

Not the impossible setting.

Just me.

“This is quite the experience.” He nodded. “But honestly. . .I’m more blown away byyou.”

My body heated.

Not just my face.

Not just a polite little blush.

No.

I felt him everywhere.

His words wrapped around me like silk, like the caress of a slow, teasing fingertip running down my spine.

Damn. I want him so bad.

“Well, I guess we should focus on the food too. . .” Frowning, he let go of my hand and went to his plate. “I keep forgetting my actual mission tonight.”

I grinned.

“Rae, you are too enticing.”

My body heated.

I picked up a slice of cheese and slipped it between my lips.

Instead of eating his own cheese, Fabien’s gaze darkened as he watched the way my mouth closed around it.

My stomach tightened, but I forced myself to focus, picking up another piece and setting it onto my tongue.

“Rae,” his voice was low, edged with something I couldn't quite place. “How long will you be in New York this weekend?”

I swallowed the bite, already knowing he wasn’t going to like my answer. “I leave tomorrow. Right at noon.”

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