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“I do. It’s beautiful.”
He’s facing me again, and I want to lean in and kiss him. Instead, I pull my wallet from my back pocket.
“Your money’s no good here.” Milton’s eyes sparkle, and he sets my drink on the counter before pulling me in by the tie. “Can I kiss you? You look so kissable, and I can’t get you out of my head.”
Instead of answering with words, I press my lips to his and moan into the kiss. It’s better than all the ones before. I want to stand here—okay maybe not here here bent across the counter—and kiss all day.
Catcalls and whistles sound out behind me, but we don’t stop. Not for another few heartbeats. When he finally releases my tie, I’m dazed. He rubs his thumb across my bottom lip. “So sweet. I can’t wait to make you dinner tonight.”
All I can do is nod.
My brain is offline to anything not my mouth or my dick which means turning to face the rest of the shop will be embarrassing. But I decide to own it. Milton hands me my goodies, gives me his brightest smile, and motions for me to shoo as he laughs. Typical, except for this time we’ve kissed, and everyone saw it. Everyone knows Milton’s claimed me for the time being, and I him. The thought puts a bounce in my step.
Chapter 10
Milton
Every morning I look forward to seeing and now kissing Johnny. And every evening I look forward to eating dinner with him, kisses or handies for dessert. He’s still getting used to the idea that someone actually likes him, and I won’t pressure him to go further.
We’ve been seeing each other for two weeks when he walks through the door for his morning kick wearing a frown. Can’t have that. I’m not as busy as usual, so I slide from behind the counter and meet him halfway, wrapping my arms around his waist.
“Tell me what’s wrong, love.” The endearment just slips out. Luckily, it earns me a grin and the sweetest blush before he sags into my hold.
“I’m gonna have to work late tonight and tomorrow. I think Greg is testing me or something, I’m not sure. He sprang it on me in a text this morning.” Johnny moves to grab his phone, but I stop him.
“That’s fine.” I give him a peck on his lips. “I can bring you dinner if you think you’ll be really late. Or I don’t have to if you need a break from me.”
He swallows, no doubt afraid to ask for what he wants. He’s always afraid of disappointing someone or making them angry. I don’t tiptoe around his feelings, but I do make him tell me what he needs.
“I don’t want a break from you.” Johnny’s words are a whisper.
“Then I’ll bring you something yummy to eat. Around six sound good?”
In perfect Fae he says, “Thank you.” Then drops his head on my shoulder and pulls me closer.
I can’t wait until I can take Johnny through the portal. He needs the time away from the human world. Time to enjoy something new. He’s working so hard. But King Evron is still a threat, keeping an adventure to the Faelands off the table for now.
I love the way Johnny melts into my hugs. I love the ridiculous cowlick over his left brow. I love his passion for books and numbers and, surprisingly, classical composers. The way he talks about Mozart and Tchaikovsky made me listen to them on repeat for a day. But only a day. I didn’t care for them.
I walk him up to the counter to make his order. Today I give him extra sugar cookies to perk him up, which does the job. I make him eat one right there in front of me just to watch his eyes shutter closed and listen to him sigh into each bite. Then I pull him close and kiss him goodbye. I wonder how many people will be in his office at dinner time.
Chapter 11
Johnny
My brain hurts. The numbers are all wrong. This is definitely a test. I shut my laptop and scrub my face with both hands. Usually, I love this kind of thing.
Someone knocks on my door. I holler for them to enter.
Milton.
Milton with food.
He has a legit picnic basket with him. “It’s not much, just sandwiches.” He starts emptying the feast on my desk while I scramble to clear it.
He’s brought an entire loaf of fresh sourdough bread, ham, cheese, tomatoes, pickles, barbeque potato chips, and sugar cookies.
My stomach rumbles, reminding me how hungry I am. I skipped lunch because I was too engrossed in my project.
