sweating, and I must have had the goofiest freaking grin plastered on my face because when I shoved up from my knees, Fallon was laughing. Straight up laughing.
“What?” My cheeks flamed as I helped her get dressed.
“That was fucking amazing.” She was out of breath as she pulled me on top of her, wrapping her arms and legs around me. “I’ve never had a guy do that.”
“Eat you out?” I was floored . Yeah fucking right .
She laughed and kissed me. “No, get me to come while doing it.”
Well, right there was the biggest ego booster I could have ever asked for.
We shifted to sit up and sip our wine. “Don’t worry, Romeo, I won’t forget about you.” She winked and chugged out of her glass.
FALLON
“Are you hungry?” Dane shifted on the couch in the dense, awkward air. I was a little taken aback by how forward he was and how fucking fantastic he was with his tongue.
I nodded as my stomach started to rumble. I grabbed the tattoo cream off his coffee table, desperately needing relief from the burning that was starting to settle in. Dane took the bottle, put a little dab on his fingertip, and lifted my shirt.
His voice was honey coated while he rubbed gentle circles on my aching skin, cooling the fire. “I know this amazing place just down the block. Wanna give it a try?”
I pointed at myself, a disheveled mess. “Like this?” I laughed, “Yeah right, fuck that!”
He smirked at me, putting my shirt back down. “I knew you’d say that. I know the owner, we’ll get a booth in the back right by the bathrooms and no one will be the wiser to our appearance. Give me a second.”
Dane dipped into his room and emerged in an outfit that mirrored mine: a white long-sleeved cotton shirt and dark gray drawstring pants. He ran his fingers through his short hair, messing it up perfectly.
“I’m ready.” He grabbed his sneakers and pulled them on, then grabbed two jackets from the coat closet next to the front door. “It’s supposed to get chilly tonight. This one should fit you.” He handed me a black zip-up hoodie that was three sizes too small for him.
“Whose is this?”
Dane just shook his head, grabbed his keys, and opened the door for me.
“Alrighty then.” I followed Dane down to The Judge and slid into the opened car door that Dane shut behind me.
“Are you sure I am not totally underdressed for this place?”
Dane was busy rattling off a text to someone, not looking up to answer my question until the sent sound swooshed from his phone. “We’re utterly underdressed, but I let the owner know I’m coming in and we have a table next to the bathrooms like I promised.”
The server poured our wine and took our orders.
I sipped slowly from my glass. The full aroma of the Malbec was intoxicating. Adding in the low lighting and white tablecloths, I felt like I was on a real date for the first time in as long as I could remember.
“This is nice,” I murmured as my eyes wandered around the room, across the dark wood beams on the ceiling, down to the rich cream marbling on the floor.
“Yeah, Mav used to work here in high school and we still know the owners. They’re pretty nice.” Dane was relaxed in his seat, leaning back and just gazing at me, a small smirk playing on his lips.
“So, Fallon, tell me about you.”
I fiddled with the piece of bread on my plate and shrugged. “There’s not a lot to know.”
“That’s a load of bull and you know it. Come on, something, anything. I just want to get to know you better.”
Dane shifted in his seat across from me, waiting for me to start talking, but I had nothing. “Like, what do you want to know?”
“What about your mom and dad? Tell me about them.”
“Oh, them. Well…” I felt backed into a weird corner. I knew I didn’t have to tell Dane what was about to fall off my tongue, but I felt like it was time to talk about it with someone. As I spoke, my mind played the scenes in my head, like a movie reel forcing me
“What?” My cheeks flamed as I helped her get dressed.
“That was fucking amazing.” She was out of breath as she pulled me on top of her, wrapping her arms and legs around me. “I’ve never had a guy do that.”
“Eat you out?” I was floored . Yeah fucking right .
She laughed and kissed me. “No, get me to come while doing it.”
Well, right there was the biggest ego booster I could have ever asked for.
We shifted to sit up and sip our wine. “Don’t worry, Romeo, I won’t forget about you.” She winked and chugged out of her glass.
FALLON
“Are you hungry?” Dane shifted on the couch in the dense, awkward air. I was a little taken aback by how forward he was and how fucking fantastic he was with his tongue.
I nodded as my stomach started to rumble. I grabbed the tattoo cream off his coffee table, desperately needing relief from the burning that was starting to settle in. Dane took the bottle, put a little dab on his fingertip, and lifted my shirt.
His voice was honey coated while he rubbed gentle circles on my aching skin, cooling the fire. “I know this amazing place just down the block. Wanna give it a try?”
I pointed at myself, a disheveled mess. “Like this?” I laughed, “Yeah right, fuck that!”
He smirked at me, putting my shirt back down. “I knew you’d say that. I know the owner, we’ll get a booth in the back right by the bathrooms and no one will be the wiser to our appearance. Give me a second.”
Dane dipped into his room and emerged in an outfit that mirrored mine: a white long-sleeved cotton shirt and dark gray drawstring pants. He ran his fingers through his short hair, messing it up perfectly.
“I’m ready.” He grabbed his sneakers and pulled them on, then grabbed two jackets from the coat closet next to the front door. “It’s supposed to get chilly tonight. This one should fit you.” He handed me a black zip-up hoodie that was three sizes too small for him.
“Whose is this?”
Dane just shook his head, grabbed his keys, and opened the door for me.
“Alrighty then.” I followed Dane down to The Judge and slid into the opened car door that Dane shut behind me.
“Are you sure I am not totally underdressed for this place?”
Dane was busy rattling off a text to someone, not looking up to answer my question until the sent sound swooshed from his phone. “We’re utterly underdressed, but I let the owner know I’m coming in and we have a table next to the bathrooms like I promised.”
The server poured our wine and took our orders.
I sipped slowly from my glass. The full aroma of the Malbec was intoxicating. Adding in the low lighting and white tablecloths, I felt like I was on a real date for the first time in as long as I could remember.
“This is nice,” I murmured as my eyes wandered around the room, across the dark wood beams on the ceiling, down to the rich cream marbling on the floor.
“Yeah, Mav used to work here in high school and we still know the owners. They’re pretty nice.” Dane was relaxed in his seat, leaning back and just gazing at me, a small smirk playing on his lips.
“So, Fallon, tell me about you.”
I fiddled with the piece of bread on my plate and shrugged. “There’s not a lot to know.”
“That’s a load of bull and you know it. Come on, something, anything. I just want to get to know you better.”
Dane shifted in his seat across from me, waiting for me to start talking, but I had nothing. “Like, what do you want to know?”
“What about your mom and dad? Tell me about them.”
“Oh, them. Well…” I felt backed into a weird corner. I knew I didn’t have to tell Dane what was about to fall off my tongue, but I felt like it was time to talk about it with someone. As I spoke, my mind played the scenes in my head, like a movie reel forcing me
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