His grin is megawatt.
“On one condition.”
“Name it.”
“I get to meet Marshmallow first.”
“You’re on.”
Ten
“God, I fucking love that movie. I’ve watched it more times than I’d like to admit.”
“It’s Chris Pratt, isn’t it? Even as a miniature plastic brick dude, he’s hot.”
“It’s definitely Pratt,” Zach agrees. “Have you seen the abs on that guy? They even makemewant to swoon.”
“And that sense of humor?”
He grabs his chest. “You don’t even understand what it does to me.”
I chuckle and begin gathering up our trash. Zach bends down to help, our hands brushing against one another, heads bent close.
We pause, and our gazes meet for an instant. We’re sucked into a staring contest, a battle of wills. If either of us were to move only half an inch closer, our mouths would be fused together. I’m the first to tear my eyes away because we’ve been teetering on an edge the entire night—hell, our entire…whatever the hell this is. Our texts have skirted the line, and our brief phone conversations have too. I’m waiting for us to tip, to tumble over that ledge.
Iwantto, but I’m scared of the fall, too.
Zapping out of my haze, I say, “People danced! Can you believe that!”
“I can. We should have shown them our moves.”
I give him a surprised glance.
“I’ll have you know I’m an excellent dancer.” He leans closer and whispers, “Is the Running Man still a thing?”
“I think that died out, or evolved. I’m not real sure.”
He huffs. “Well either way, I could have killed it out there.”
“Sure you would have, Zach. Keep telling yourself that.”
We pack the cooler and fold the blankets, and Zach’s gentlemanly enough to carry it all back to the car himself.
He closes the trunk and walks me to my side, ready to open my door for me. “So, you want to head back home or…” He trails off, waiting for my answer.
I don’t hesitate for a second. I don’t want this date to end. “Or.”
“Yeah? Let’s go then. I have the coolest coffee shop to show you.”
He opens my door and I slide inside. “It’s a coffee shop…what makes it so cool?”
“Just wait.”
Rounding the car, he slips inside and revs the engine to life. It purrs, and though I don’t know much about cars, I know this one is expensive. The rich leather is cool against my touch and I reach down to flip the butt warmer on.
“Cold ass?” He quirks an eyebrow up.
“My ass is hot, thank you very much.” He grins and shakes his head. “This is a really good-looking car, Zach. I don’t think I said that before.”