“Are you ready for dinner?” she asks.
“I’m starving.”For her.I want to sink inside her and never let her go.
“Me, too.” She holds her hand out for mine, so much like I did for her that day at the airport all those months ago, and I slide my palm against hers, weave our fingers together, and bring her hand to my lips.
“Then I’d betterfeed you. Let’s go.”
“Would you like some pancakes with your syrup?” I stare, stunned, as she drowns the pancakes in the sticky syrup.
Harper smirks. “Hey, I earned these pancakes. They’re the best like this.”
“We should carry a glucose monitor with us.”
Harper’s eyes narrow on me. “Don’t ruin this for me, Dr. Blackwell.”
Holding my hands up in surrender, I take a bite of my eggs. “No judgment.”
“Liar. You’re totally judging me.” She shoves a soggy bite in her mouth and sighs with joy. “Oh God. So good. Want a bite?”
I grin, enjoying the fuck out of her. “No.”
“Good, more for me.” She takes another bite and does a little dance in the booth.
Kay’s Diner is a traditional 1950s soda fountain diner with black-and-white checked floors, white-topped tables, and red-vinyl-covered seats. The walls are covered in classic rock & roll memorabilia, and the jukebox currently plays an old Elvis song.
It’s casual and sweet, and I love that this is where she wanted to come to dinner.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
I tip up an eyebrow and munch on some bacon.God, why is bacon so fucking good?“Like what?”
“I don’t know. Like I did something funny.”
“You’re just adorable, and I can’t get enough of you.”
She blinks at me and then stuffs another huge, soggy bite of pancakes in her mouth. “Am I funny, Dr. Blackwell?”
I chuckle, then switch to her side of the booth, crowding her so I can whisper in her ear.
“You’re fuckingeverything, sugar. I didn’t know that eating pancakes turned me on so much, but all I can think about is drizzling that syrup on your tits and licking it off.”
“I knew you had a sweet tooth.”
I nibble on her earlobe, and she sucks in a breath. “Yeah, for you. Because you’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted in my life. I want to spread you wide open and devour you.”
She turns her head, and her nose bumps mine. I’m so close to her. “Let’s go home, okay?”
Home.
Yeah, I fucking love the sound of that.
“Finish your pancakes, baby.” I run my hand down her hair and kiss her temple. “And then we’ll go home.”
“I’m good.” She wipes her mouth with her napkin and flags down the server. “Check, please.”
“I’ll bring it right over. Was everything okay?”
“Delicious,” Harper confirms and rests her hand on my thigh, giving it a squeeze.