Page 180 of Safe With You

I ate enough to count.

That doesn’t sound like dinner.

It was leftover Chinese.

How much?

I narrowed my eyes at the screen.

Why are you interrogating me?

Because I’m about to go get food.

I waited.

Nothing else came through.

I didn’t know what I was expecting him to say, but apparently it was something because I was still staring at the conversation when another message appeared.

Come with me.

My thumb stilled over the screen, and I read it again.

Come with me.

There was no explanation attached and no real reason I should. I’d already eaten, technically or otherwise. I was showered, my hair was wrapped, and I was wearing shorts that had seen better days. Leaving my house again wasn’t included anywhere in that night’s plans.

I should tell him no.

Instead, I typed⁠—

Where?

His answer came so quickly that I wondered if he already knew I’d ask.

Forty minutes later, I was sitting across from Ellis in a booth wondering when exactly I’d lost control of my evening.

“You know,” I said, reaching for one of his fries, “I was comfortable at home.”

Ellis moved the basket out of my reach.

“You could’ve stayed there.”

I stared at him.

He stared back.

“Give me a fry.”

“You said you ate.”

“I did.”

“Then you don’t need mine.”

“I didn’t say I needed one.”

His mouth twitched.