Page 57 of Dessert Flirt Repeat
“I always make dessert,” he says with a wolfish smile.
For the next hour we chat and laugh over dessert and wine. I notice the sun setting through the massive window.
“I should get going,” I say.
“I’ll walk you to your car.”
“You don’t need to do that.”
He shoots me a look. “No way you’re walking to your car alone when it’s getting dark.”
There’s a flutter in my chest at the protectiveness in his tone. We walk out of his building together and down the block to my car.
“So, um, how should we end this?” I ask as I stand in front of my car. “Hug? Kiss?”
A naughty smile tugs at Gage’s lips.
I roll my eyes and laugh. “I meant a kiss on the cheek.”
“Definitely that.”
I laugh again and press a kiss on Gage’s cheek, relishing the roughness of his stubble and how soft his lips feel on my cheek.
When we pull apart, I catch the tail end of a dazed look in his eyes before he blinks it away.
“Thank you for dinner.”
“It was my pleasure.”
We linger for a few seconds before he opens my car door for me. “Drive safely, okay? Text me to let me know you got home, will you?”
That chest flutter hits once more. “I will.”
As I drive off, I look in my rearview mirror and see him watching me.
Gage is my friend—my hot friend who I’m aching to kiss and do a million other filthy things with.
“You can’t jump his bones, not yet,” I say to myself.
That night in bed, I check my phone and see Gage’s latest video pop up on my TikTok FYP.
It starts with a shot of a slice of that lemon meringue tart sitting on his kitchen counter. Then he leans into frame and slowly flicks his tongue along the merengue topping before licking his lips.
When I read the caption, I nearly burst.
TFW she says the dish you made her was orgasmic.
I squeal into my pillow, still processing the fact that Gage Grant and I are attracted to each other. Now I just have to figure out a way to take things to the next level without totally screwing it up.
Chapter17
Gage
“Isay we go out for a drink.”
I look up from my phone, which is set up on my tripod. “This is getting to be a tradition, isn’t it? Going for a drink after we film a TikTok video?”
Becca grins at me, her blue eyes sparkling. I don’t understand how she can work such long days at her ice cream shop, film TikTok videos with me in the evenings, and still look like a fresh-faced angel.
