Page 93 of Pretty Thing

“Oh…I…”

Felix places his finger on my lips, his eyes darkening with a devilish gleam that sets me completely on fire.

“No arguments, Pretty Thing. Just pack enough for two nights, and I’ll put the coffee in a thermos. We can grab breakfast on our way. I know a great greasy spoon.”

I open my mouth, and he cocks an eyebrow at me, making me laugh.

“Okay…I’ll go get packed.”

Felix wraps his hand around the back of my neck and draws me in for a kiss that steals the air from my lungs and leaves me lightheaded.

Breaking the kiss, he gives me a wink and then stalks off toward the kitchen. All I can do is stare after him as my heart races out of control.

I’ve definitely spent too many hours staring around this house wanting to cry. A little break will give me a chance to breathe without the commitment of us moving in together. Despite my initial reservation, I genuinely love the idea.

Who knows…maybe, just maybe…I’ll finally lose my virginity.

I need a cool shower before we leave.

Smiling wide, I head up the stairs.

An hour later, we pull into the little restaurant. It’s out of the way, but it’s a gorgeous sunny day. The snow sparkles and doesn’t feel as ominous as it has for weeks.

My stomach growls when Felix opens my door, and I catch the scent of bacon on the breeze.

“We have arrived not a moment too soon. Any longer and you might have tried eating me,” Felix teases me.

It may be a joke, but my mind goes straight to the gutter.

My cheeks flame bright red, and I can’t even look at him. I drop my head, but that’s even worse. My eyes land on the bulge in his jeans, and I quickly look up again.

“Are you okay?”

“Yup…I’m great,” I lie, as embarrassment mixes with desire and dances the tango inside of me.

If Felix knows why I’m acting so strange or what I’m thinking he spares me the humiliation of pointing it out.

We head inside, and as soon as we step through the door, I sigh. It’s warm, and the smell of freshly cooked food is heavenly. A waitress walks past us with a stack of pancakes piled high on a plate in one hand, melted butter and maple syrup in the other.

“I’ll be right back,” she says.

I glance around and take in the diner. I have a feeling that nothing has changed since the 1960s. Red leather booths and bar stools, silver accents, and a window that looks into the kitchen so you can see the chef. There’s even a jukebox at the end of the building glowing with multicolored lights.

“Hi there, sorry about that,” the waitress says with a smile. Her eyes linger on Felix a little longer than I like, and the ripple of jealousy surprises me. “Just the two of you?”

“Yup, just us,” Felix says with a smile that makes the green in me grow a little more.

We follow her to a booth at the far end of the restaurant, passing three truckers sitting at the counter. One looks over his shoulder, and I immediately feel creeped out.

“Nice ass,” he says.

I glare at him and walk right into Felix when he stops to confront the guy. His face is truly murderous, and I try to swallow the lump in my throat.

“What did you just say,” Felix asks, his voice low and lethal.

I tighten my grip on him. “It’s okay,” I whisper.

“No…it’s not. What did you say to her?” Felix is louder this time.