Page 60 of Ronen
“It’s a surprise.”
“I don’t like surprises,” I told him, my eyes narrowed.
Really, I wasn’t lying. Not knowing where we were going tonight had driven me mad all day. How was I to know how to properly dress for the evening if I had no clue what the plan was?
Maddening.
Mason nodded, “You know, somehow I thought you would say that.”
After a minute of silence, I demanded, “Are you going to tell me what your nefarious plans for me are?”
“Nefarious,” he laughed, “quite the word choice. Don’t worry, I have nothing flagrantly wicked or evil planned.” He waggled his eyebrows at me. “Unless you’d like something wicked and evil.”
“Perhaps,” I tapped my lips with a finger, “we’ll see how dinner pans out and I’ll let you know.”
I liked flirting with Mason, even though he had made it clear we needed to keep our clothes on. We had the last couple of weeks, and now I was hoping for some action. The naked kind. What was the point of having a fated mate if you couldn’t get some dick when you needed it?
Mason laughed, the sound rich and deep, and filling the space of the truck. “You do that. Honestly, I have dinner, and a movie planned. Nothing spectacular, and a bit lowkey and chill. We can talk during dinner, and then if we run out of things to say to each other–nice things–” he amended, giving me a look that said it needed to be stated, “we have the movie to not talk to each other.”
“What if I don’t like movies?”
“Who doesn’t like movies?” he sounded deeply suspicious of that. “That’s just crazy talk.”
“Fine, fine,” I sighed, deeply aware of our fingers still tangled together. “But I expect candy, a drink, and a bucket of popcorn. To be clear, it is my popcorn. I’m not sharing so you’ll need to get your own.”
“Oof, popcorn and snacks?” Mason turned his blinker on to turn into the restaurant’s parking lot. “I said a movie. I didn’t say anything about extras.”
“Those are the terms of my deal.”
“That boy has heart eyes every time he looks at you, Ronen,”Gigi’s voice near my ear startled me and I nearly jerked my hand out of Mason’s. He gave me an inquiring look, as he expertly maneuvered the large truck into an empty space.
“Sorry,” I told him, trying my best to not turn and glare at the bothersome ghost with the worst timing ever. Heart eyes indeed. “My muscles jumped. Does that ever happen to you? It’s very annoying.”
“Yeah,” Mason turned off the engine, glancing around the parking lot. “Glad I got a reservation; this place is packed.”
“Probably because it’s Valentine’s Day,” I reminded him. “Well, tomorrow is but it’s a Sunday, so I would imagine mostpeople are celebrating tonight. You’re lucky you got a reservation at all.”
He stared at me, his wide eyes shocked. “I had no idea it was Valentine’s. Now I feel like a putz. I should have bought you roses or something.”
“Ew no, thank you, though,” I wrinkled my nose at the thought. “Besides the fact that they jack the price up to an astronomical amount for a made-up holiday, they aren’t my favorite flowers, so no need to spend that kind of money.”
“Really?” Mason seemed skeptical, as he climbed out of the truck. I waited for him to open my door after he did some kind of strange hand signal that I interpreted meant I was to wait and not open my door. “I thought all omegas liked roses.”
Holding his hand out to me, he helped me down from the high seat, even though I was tall enough to get down on my own.
There was something sweet and chivalrous about the gesture, and I found myself not hating it. No other alpha had ever done that for me before, though I had grown up seeing my dad do the same thing for my papa. It caused some kind of odd warmth to start in the middle of my chest and spread outward.
“At what point did you think I was like other omegas?” I teased, as we walked towards the restaurant. “They’re pretty and all, but no.”
Mason held his hand out to me once more, in the same manner he had in the truck, and I slipped my hand into his easily. Staring at our clasped hands as we walked, I realized our fingers fit perfectly together.
“What is your favorite flower?” he asked.
Hesitating for a few seconds, I said, “Don’t laugh…but it’s petunias.”
“Petunias?” He sounded incredulous, and maybe on the verge of laughing.
“I said what I said.”
