Page 33 of Falling Madly
The scene ended, and I set the phone back on the table. “Thank you. You’ve earned one secret.” I leaned over the table until my top was nearly swimming in stew, whispering so quietly that the couple at the next table would have needed hearing aidsto understand. “Before that night at the swimming pool, I had a crush on you?—”
He cracked up, belting out his signature laugh that made our eavesdropping couple jump. “That’s no’ a secret! I had a massive crush on you. We were flirting every single day.”
“That’s not the secret part.” I glared at him, waiting for his laugh to settle before I whispered again so quietly, he had to lean in, our noses nearly touching, our breaths mingling in hot gusts. “I kept having the same sex dream about you.”
There was a beat. His brows knitted together. “What?”
“What do you mean, what? I told you a secret.”
“That’s not a secret. That’s a teaser. What was the dream?”
“What, like details?” I assumed a look of absolute innocence and confusion.
“Come on!” He huffed in frustration, and I grinned.
I leaned in again, forcing him to meet me halfway, my nose accidentally brushing his beard. His breath tickled my cheek, and I was suddenly hyper aware of his lips, so close to mine. “I will only tell you if you guess it right. There are three parameters—the position, the piece of clothing, and the location. If you guess all of them right, I’ll tell you.”
“Wait… a piece of clothing on you, or me?”
“On you. I’m naked.”
His cheeks reddened. “I like the sound of that.”
“Of course, you do. What man doesn’t enjoy starring in a sex dream?”
“So, have you had this dream since then?”
“Nope.”
“D’ ye even remember it well enough? It’s been a while.” His eyes sparkled.
“Yes. Dream you was very memorable,” I added generously.
“That’s what I’m talking about!” He beamed at me, so ridiculously pleased with himself I couldn’t help laughing.
I shook my head, trying to decide if this was a huge mistake or a fun game I didn’t want to stop playing. His smile pulled at my belly, so deliciously, so deeply. My body hummed.
He tilted his head, watching me, his mouth now permanently curved. That pull centered between my legs, intensifying. I had needs, but now was not a good time to become aware of them. I needed to stay in control.
“I’m not sure about the other two, but the piece of clothing is easy.” He held my gaze, looking very pleased with himself.
“Easy?” I lifted my eyebrows.
“It’s obviously a kilt. And yes, I do have one.”
I tried to keep a poker face, but it was a good thing I’d never tried that type of gambling.
“Thank you for confirming that.” Trevor chuckled. “Now, let’s see about that position…” He drained his beer, keeping his intense gaze on me like he was trying to extract the truth telepathically.
“Okay. You do that, I’ll go call my sister. Be back in a sec.” I grabbed his phone, had him unlock it for me, and made my way to the restrooms.
Good thing my sister had had the same number since we were teenagers—the only one besides my own I’d memorized.
Chapter Eleven
Teresa
Suze answered on the third ring, a little out of breath.
