Page 75 of The Hearts We Fumble
She knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
I hit the lock button so fast I nearly fumble the damn phone, shoving it into my pocket like it’s contraband.
“I need to hit the restroom,” I say, already pushing out of the booth.
Colter barely acknowledges me, but Hayes? He knows exactly why I’m leaving. His smirk is smug as hell as he takes a sip of his drink, shaking his head.
I don’t care.
I make a beeline for the bathroom, locking myself in a stall before pulling my phone back out. My thumb swipes across the screen, reopening the picture, and my breath catches in my throat.
I drag a hand through my hair, glancing at the time. There’s still a full hour before I pick her up from her shift, butscrew it.
I can always get there early.
Zane: How am I supposed to eat dinner with the guys with my dick as hard as steel because all I can think about is this fuckin’ picture?
Wyatt: Sounds like you got your hands full.
She sends a lip-biting emoji, andfuck, I’m done for.
Standing alone in the bathroom, I grip the edges of the sink, my knuckles turning white as I try to steady myself. My phone feels like it’s burning a hole in my palm as the image of her is seared into my brain.
I should splash cold water on my face. I should get my shit together and head back to the table before the guys start asking questions.
Butdamn, all I can think about is getting out of here.
I exhale a shaky breath, my pulse pounding in my ears. I’m half tempted to shoot a quick text, tell the guys something came up—maybe I’m not feeling great, maybe I’ll catch them later. They wouldn’t question it.
And then?
I’d be on my way to her.
Wyatt: Don’t worry, I’ve saved plenty for you.
Zane: One hour. You and that sweet ass are mine in one hour, Wyatt Vaughn.
Wyatt: I know I’m in trouble when you use my full name. *laughing emoji*
Zane: You have no fuckin’ idea.
I shove my phone back into my pocket and force myself to sit through the next hour, choking down my now-cold wings and tossing enough cash on the table to cover my meal. The guys are still caught up in conversation, but my focus is shot. Every second drags, my pulse ticking faster the longer I wait.
By the time I finally make my exit, I keep my pace casual—like I’m in no rush. But the second I hit the parking lot, I move fast, slipping behind the wheel and peeling out before Colter has a chance to notice I’m headed in the opposite direction of my house.
Sweet Tooth’s neon closed sign glows through the front window when I pull up, but I don’t bother with the front entrance. Instead, I slip around the back, heading for the employee door.
That’s when I see her.
Wyatt steps outside, cradling a box in her hands, unaware of me closing in. The moment she’s within reach, I grab her arm, spinning her to press her against the side of the building.
She yelps, sucking in a sharp breath. “Holy shit, Zane! You scared the hell out of me.”
I grin, leaning in to press my mouth to her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of vanilla mixed with her perfume. It’s a heady combination, like a shot straight to my system, and I grind my hips against hers, unable to resist.
Her head tilts back instinctively, her body molding to mine—until she presses a hand to my chest, pushing me back just enough. “Wait, wait,” she breathes, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. “You’re gonna ruin my surprise.”
“Surprise?” I murmur, dragging my fingers along the box she’s holding.
