Page 106 of Their Knotty Pack
"Like what?" Her face tilts up towards mine, almost unconsciously.
I can't seem to stop myself from leaning forward, like we're just two magnets drawn together. "Have youseenKieran wear his fuzzy bear slippers? The sight is bizarre."
Bethany's head falls back suddenly, her laugh twinkling in the space around us. Just like that, whatever spell we seemed to be under is broken.
"Gods, yes," She laughs, and I smirk. Making fun of Kieran is always a safe bet. "So, Mr. Secretly-sets-up-a-date-at-one-of-my-unconventionally-favorite-places, what are we doing here?"
I chuckle, continuing our trek to the patio furniture staging area. "You know, I hope you don't plan on me legally changing that to my last name. It'll be a pain to read on my driver's license."
"You'd make it work," she shrugs, and then we're coming up to the staging area. Really, it's just a section of the greenhouse that they let the employees use to take their breaks, but it also serves as a way to show customers exactly how their plants could look in their backyards.
Bethany eyes the wrought iron table and chairs like it's set up for her own personal tea time. "Take a seat, gorgeous girl." I motion to one chair as I put my backpack on the other, unzipping it as I pull out all my goodies.
By the time I have the tablecloth, candles, plates with cheese and crackers, and wine on the table, my omega is looking at me with a strange glint in her eye.
She doesn't say anything though, so I move the backpack to the floor and sit in the vacated chair, pulling out my phone so I can play some music through the bluetooth speaker. Soft violin plays through the small box, and suddenly, this seems a whole lot more romantic.
Which is exactly what I was going for.
When I pull two metal tumblers out of my backpack, she laughs, calling me "Mary Poppins". I'll be Mary Poppins as long as she keeps looking at me like that.
We talk. We sip on our wine, munch on our adult lunchables, and laugh. We laughsomuch. We start with our childhoods, our passions and hobbies, and then the most amusing topic—my childhood friendship with Hunter.
"He did not!" She laughs, covering her mouth.
"He very much did. Eomma went ballistic when she found out he had done it too. One of the cheerleaders filmed the entire thing, and Hunter didn't speak to me for a week."
"Why did he get mad atyou?" Her face is adorably puzzled.
"I'm the one who told the cheer squad he was going to be streaking across the football field in the first place." My grin might look devious, but that's probably because it is.
She completely loses it. Tears stream down her eyes as her laughter overtakes her, and it's absolutely contagious. My own laughter makes my ribs ache, and when it dies down, she's wiping the tears from her eyes.
And then…silence.
We stare at each other for a moment, and I get lost in her pale blue eyes. I shake myself free from her hypnosis, reaching for the bottle of wine.
"Damien?" she asks quietly as I start to pour.
My eyes briefly flick to hers. "Yes?"
"What…" she huffs a breath, "what is this?"
I frown, looking at the bottle. "It's a Pinot Grigio—"
"No," she lets out half a laugh. "No, I mean, what is…this?" She motions to the plants, the table, the wine. To everything. Suddenly, I'm questioning the last thirty minutes. Was it just me having a good time?
"Do you not like it?" I can't keep the slight frown off my face. This is her favorite place. I brought her favorite cheese. There's no discernible reason for her to not be happy with this.
Unless…unless she isn'ttherewith me yet. I mean, she had my dick in her mouth just a few days ago…but maybe a candlelight evening in a nursery ranks below a three-way oral chain?
"Ofcourse I do," she reaches over to grab my arm, "I love it, actually. I'm just wondering…are you trying to get to know me better? Seduce me? Woo me?"
"Can't it be all three?" I ask, licking my bottom lip.
"You can be insufferable sometimes."
"You love it."
