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“What? It’s full of calcium.” Rowan shrugs.
Henry nods to the waitress, who pretends she doesn’t know who they are and disappears.
“You’re killing me. Be an adult and drink coffee.” Henry brings his mug to his lips.
“Sorry.” Rowan sips from his water glass.
Like some creeper, I so want to watch Rowan’s Adam’s apple bob. As soon as that thought hits me, I know that I need away from his masculine energy. It’s doing a number on me.
“Did you hear me?” Rowan asks me.
“Yeah, you’re opting for a kid’s drink rather than an adult beverage. Why?”
“You know what I’m talking about.” He turns in his chair, his arm slung over the back of mine, and memories of last night rush through my head. “I want to see you again.”
“Oh yeah, um…” I try to turn away to ask Bodhi how old he is and if he likes cars or dinosaurs, anything really.
“Leigh.” That snippet of my name warms my body, even if I wish it didn’t. “You can at least look me in the eye if you’re going to turn me down.”
I swivel in my seat, and holy shit, he’s really close to me. My knee bumps his muscled thigh. “Why?”
“Because at the risk of sounding cliché, last night was too good to not have a repeat.”
I open my mouth and close it, my teeth nibbling on my bottom lip. “I’m not sure we can recreate that.”
“So it was good for you too?”
I should’ve known this is what would happen with an athlete of his caliber. They’re used to getting what they want and don’t back down from defeat easily. Then again, I haven’t outright said no. And there’s a reason for that, I suppose. “Is that even a question?”
“I figured you enjoyed yourself, but you dodging seeing me again makes me think I need another shot to really prove myself.”
The waitress comes over with Rowan’s and Bodhi’s chocolate milk, then Tweetie returns to the table, and we all order, including Alara and me. Once the waitress walks away, Alara grabs Tweetie’s attention, asking him about the upcoming season. I know it’s for my benefit—she usually reads a book while I scream at the television.
He goes on and on about how it’s going to work so well with Magic at center and Daddy at his right. How their line is set up for success.
Rowan’s fingers run along the back of my neck, and I suppress a shiver and turn back to him.
“Sorry,” he mumbles.
“It’s okay.”
He removes his hand from my neck and places it on my thigh. “This okay too?”
His fingers wrap around my thigh, his thumb running circles. That thumb might as well be on my clit for the effect it’s having on me.
I turn and shield my mouth with my hand next to my cheek. “I’m not sure I know what we’re doing?”
“Yeah, you do.”
His blue eyes sparkle, and my heartbeat picks up pace. He’s right, I do know what’s going on. I could lie and say I don’t want another night with him—God, or even two—but he’d see right through it.
“So what? You want to just go to the bathroom and bend me over the sink?”
“I was thinking the alley, get your back scratched up from the brick.”
A current of warmth rushes through my body.
“Okay, we’ve given you two enough time to talk out why she left your limp dick this morning. Time to join the table conversation.” Tweetie snaps his fingers between our faces.
