Page 86 of Damaged Prince
“Because I’m taking you out.”
“You are?” his eyes widen, and god, that bit of excitement in his eyes makes me want to beat my chest.
“Come on, sweet boy, get that sexy ass in my car,” I chuckle.
“Like this?” he asks, looking down at himself. “I need to get dressed.”
“You look fine, baby. More than fine. I quite like the look of you in those shorts.” I can’t help but flirt. I love the way he and Laney react.
Before he can say no, I reach out and lace my fingers with his, tugging him outside.
He comes willingly, closing the door with his free hand.
“You're crazy,” he mutters as I pull him towards the car.
“So I’ve been told.” Chuckling, I open the door for him.
With a sigh and a small smile, he gets into the car.
“Where are we going?” he asks as we head down the street.
“For a drive.” I smile over at him.
He chews on his lower lip, shifting in his seat. My hand twitches to pull it free.
“Okay,” he says so simply, like he trusts me and doesn’t care where we are going.
Turning my attention back to the road, I turn the radio on to a playlist I made of songs I know he likes before taking his hand in mine.
Bringing his hand up, I place a kiss on the back of it, smirking at the small sound that leaves him.
We drive for about an hour, singing along to the songs that come on. By the time we get there, the mood is light, and my man is all smiles and sunshine. Good. It's a sight I want to see as much as I’m able to give him.
“The beach?” Eli’s eyes brighten as he looks out at the ocean view.
“I thought a fun day in the sun and sand was needed.”
“You know we have a beach about twenty minutes from town. Why an hour away?”
“I like this beach better. The sand is pretty and white, and it’s a lot cleaner.”
Getting out, I go to my trunk and grab the things I brought. A blanket, towels, and some snacks, before going to Eli’s door and opening it for him.
“Wow. You came prepared,” he chuckles, looking at what I brought.
“Before you get too worried, this isn’t some romantic date. This is just two best friends, hanging out at the beach.”
“Best friends,” he says, his smile growing. “I like that.”
I’m glad. Because before we became more, we were friends. And I want Eli to know that no matter what, I want us to at least stay friends.
Not that I’m letting him go. Fuck that shit. This man is mine. And I’d fight for him.
We head down to the beach and find a spot away from everyone else.
“So what do we do now?” Eli asks, wiggling his toes into the sand.
“Anything you want. Swim. Relax."
