Page 55 of Pieces of Us
She diverts her gaze and sits at the island in the kitchen. “Sorry I was early. I’ll just wait here.”
“Okay, I’ll be out in ten.” Before I walk back to my room, I stop to lean against the doorway of the kitchen and cross my arms, catching her eyes on me again. “Unless you want to get a better view.”
“Oh, my god. Go get dressed.”
I let out a loud laugh, then turn to walk to my room with a smile on my face. She was definitely checking me out.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Melonie
Yes, I was checking Linc out. Evidently, my eyes are controlled by my vagina.
When he opened the door in just a towel, I couldn’t blink, could hardly breathe. His hair was still dripping, and I saw a trail of water moving over his pecs and down to the trail of hair below his navel. I had to look away before my hormones got the best of me.
I sit patiently in the kitchen. As I look around, I realize how bare everything is, seeing piles of boxes when I glance into the living room. We only have a week until we move into our new place, and I’m thankful to see his progress. Maybe it helps confirm that he’s serious about our new living situation.
Linc emerges from the hall, thankfully fully clothed, and he’s dressed casually, a polo and shorts, his hair effortlessly messy. He approaches me where I sit, and he smells like soap and laundry detergent. I’m not sure if it’s the remnants of the visual show I got earlier, but the clean smell turns me on even more. Pregnancy is so weird.
“Ready?”
I snap out of my lust-induced daze. “Ready. Where are we meeting them?”
“Just a little Italian place that Jax and Audrey recommended.”
I look down at my dress. “Am I overdressed?”
Linc scans the top of my dress, eyes lingering on my cleavage. My heart rate picks up at the attention, just like it usually does when his eyes are on me. “You’re perfect. Let’s get going.”
He grabs his keys, and we head down to his car. It gives me the opportunity to collect myself. I’m frustrated with myself for being a little turned on back there.
Linc opens my door and gets in. When he turns on the car, I adjust the A/C on my side to cool off.
We arrive at the restaurant, and even though we’re at a different place, I still feel a touch of déjà vu. I briefly met Linc’s parents at Jax and Audrey’s wedding and they were nice, but I’m still nervous.
Linc looks around the dining room and checks his phone. “They’re about five minutes away. We can grab our table.”
We approach the host, and she takes us to our table. The room smells like spices, garlic, and fresh bread, causing my stomach to growl. Thank goodness the morning sickness is less frequentnow, because eating has become one of my favorite pastimes behind napping and time with my vibrator.
We sit facing the entrance so Linc can see his parents when they arrive. I start straightening my silverware and adjusting where my water glass is.
“You’re organizing things.” He places his hand on mine. “Don’t be nervous, Mel.”
I look up at him, stopping my actions. “Sorry. Just after last night, I’m nervous. I want your parents to like me.”
He gives me a grin. “They will, don’t worry.”
“How did you know what I was doing meant I’m nervous?”
He shrugs. “I see you do it every now and again. If it’s not silverware, it’s the fabric of a blouse or fixing your hair.”
The server comes by to fill our waters, and I’m a little taken aback that he would notice that in me.
“Don’t feel self-conscious about it. Might sound weird, but I like it when you do it because it lets me know what you need.”
I nod my head, not knowing what to say. I wouldn’t expect Linc to make the connection, let alone use it as a signal to help. Picking up my glass, I take a long drink. Thankfully, Linc stands with a smile on his face. I look across the room to see his parents approaching, so I do the same. His mom mirrors his smile, but passes right by Linc to give me a hug.
“Melonie, what a pleasant surprise!”
