Page 103 of Change My Mind
“I don’t even know. I just do. That is about as deep as it gets. Can you, like, do a button up or something? This chest is too much to deal with right now. Also, why the fuck did we not go out on Sunday? You didn’t work then. Why have we been doing this to ourselves all week?”
I smiled as I did up one button, which did not cover my chest. “I have been asking myself that question all week. But I think this way might be more fun?”
Addie scoffed. “Fun? It’s been hell.”
“It’s called delayed gratification,” I retorted. Although I had to agree.
“It’s stupid,” she pouted. Again, I had to agree.
“We just have to get through dinner,” I pointed out.
“We could have just got through dinner on Sunday. But fine, we’ll get through dinner.” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Would you rather manage a lighthouse or a farm?”
“Dessert?”David, the server taking care of us, asked as he took our empty bowls away.
“Tiramisu, two spoons,” I answered, knowing it was onthe dessert menu, and Addie never turned down a tiramisu. David nodded and walked away. Addie took a sip of her espresso martini.
“Two spoons is an interesting choice.”
“Oh, I wanted it to seem like we were going to share. It’s merely symbolic. I won’t be sharing.”
Addie snorted into her glass, covering her mouth as she cleared her throat.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Fine. Just caught me off guard how boldly wrong you were about the tiramisu.” She smiled.
“I was the one who ordered it. It’s mine.”
She put her martini down. “I will fight you for it.”
“Sharing will get it done quicker, and then we can get out of here,” I pointed out.
She quirked an eyebrow. “Oh, I’m sorry, am I boring you?”
“Not possible. But I need us to not be in a public place for much longer.”
Addie’s mouth parted. The temptation to lean over and press her lower lip down with my thumb was overwhelming. I was so focused on her plum-stained lips that I was caught off guard by the tip of her shoe running along the inside of my leg until the tip of it pressed gently against my crotch. My knee banged the table. Addie looked smug as she dropped her foot, her face a picture of innocence.
Suddenly, I was regretting ordering dessert at all.
Sixty-Two
ADDIE
Holding hands had never been so erotic.
But after a week of endless teasing touches, the solid press of Eli’s hand in mine was threatening to make my knees buckle as we power walked back to our flat.
We made it back in record time, and within moments of opening the front door, he had me pinned to the wall opposite and was kicking the door shut behind us.
He put one hand against my hip while the other cupped my neck, his thumb pressing against my lower lip.
He stared into my eyes. “Just so I’m clear?—”
“Yes. No more rules,” I cut in.
He pulled my lip down, and when he released it, pressed his lips to mine.
