Page 9 of Mechanic Daddy's Girl
“Yes.” I’ve never snapped to an answer so quickly in my life. Even if it means just spending a few more minutes gawking ather. “Not much to do in town. Pub might be open. We can grab dinner or something.”
She smiles, but lazily shakes her head from side to side. “I was thinking, something a little more personal. Maybe a movie?”
Shit, when was the last time I watched a movie? But that question pales in comparison to the last time I did so as a date.
But the thoughts don’t last with the reality of this situation crashing down on me. Callie wants to spend time with me after I kissed her. I haven’t chased her away. In fact, our moment of bliss in that tiny apartment sparked the beginning of something far more devious.
“Sounds great.” Luckily, my heart smashing against my ribcage doesn’t come through on my words. “I’ll head over to the store and grab something for dinner and some snacks. Let me do a grocery run for you while I’m at it.”
“You’re too sweet, y’know that?” Callie giggles.
Sweetisn’t the word I’d use. This is all in service to the primal beast lurking inside.
“I’m gonna run over to my spot and get ready.” Wash off the day’s filth and hopefully clean my mind while I’m at it. “There’s a pen and paper on my counter inside. Why don’t you write up a list of things while I’m gone?”
She nods and heads back in, while I finally realize I’ve been rubbing my hands so damn hard, the friction’s starting to burn.
Callie’s back upstairs by the time I get back from my place. I find her list, and while I should be reading what she wants, all I can focus on are the hearts she’s doodled across the page. Like she’strying to send a not-so-subtle message that not only is she not upset about what happened, but she wants more of it too.
Twenty minutes later, I’m back with three bags full of movie snacks and two with her groceries. And it’s only when I get to her door, heart pounding like a schoolboy at the thought of taking my crush on our first date, that I realize how fucked up this is.
How I shouldn’t be pursuing this further. Thoughts of Callie’s age and innocence creep across my mind, reprimanding me for being a dirty old bastard who has lost all control. But they’re gone as soon as they came when she opens the door.
One look at her face and everything in the world feels right again. And if that means wrestling with myself, on occasion, then I say bring it on. Because there’s no way in hell I’m going to waste this opportunity with her.
“I got pizza for dinner. You okay with that?” Is that really the first thing you’re going to say?
“Who wouldn’t be?” She snickers, grabbing the box out of my hands and leading me inside.
I help her unpack the bags, stocking her fridge with a combination of beer, soda, and fresh ingredients. The cupboard gets cereal, rice, and pasta, with an assortment of soft candy, chips, and cookies.
Once it’s done, with a beer in my hand and cola in hers, we settle on the sofa and tear into the pizza.
“So, what are we watching?” I ask after she hits play on the movie and the opening credits start to roll.
“I was thinking a horror movie. I hope you’re okay with that?”
My mind instantly starts to race. A horror movie? To get scared or pretend she’s scared so she can huddle up against me?
“Perfectly.” I sip from my beer bottle, realizing how dry my throat has become.
“But I did want to ask you something.” Her voice is wispy and nervous. “It’s about the kiss.”
Fuck. I knew things were going too well.
“What about it?”
“Well, it’s just….” She’s staring deep in my eyes, but from the corners, I can see how pink her cheeks are turning. “Why did you disappear afterward?”
Kiss and run. Why does that sound like the title of some terrible cop-themed porno?
“I wasn’t sure how you’d react,” I answer honestly. “Didn’t want to fuck things up worse, if you weren’t happy.”
“Think I’d lean into it so hard if I wasn’t happy?” she coos, kicking one leg over my lap.
“You should be careful with this line of questioning, princess,” I say, when I realize this isn’t a nightmare coming to life. She’s prying because she wants more.
“Why? Afraid you won’t be able to handle it?” she teases, as her porcelain teeth sink into her plump lip.
