Walker: Yeah.
Iris: I'm in.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Walker
"You're evil." Iris throws her hand over her eyes.
"I know."
"Possibly even the devil." She steps into the shade. Her eyes find mine. "Look how empty it is?" She nods to the parking lot. Three out of two dozen spaces are full. "And that." She nods to the white sky. "It's a sign from God that we're supposed to be inside."
"There are places where the sky looks like that all winter."
"Sounds awful. Let's never go there."
I laugh. "What if they have great coffee?"
"Sounds wonderful. Let's drive there right now." She moves closer. Slides her hand into my front pocket. "You look good."
"You too."
She shakes her head. "I look tired."
"Yeah." I slide my arm around her waist. Pull her body into mine. "But still gorgeous."
She looks up at me with those blue eyes.
I press my forehead to hers. I want to breathe in every ounce of her. I want to erase every other thought in my head.
Her eyelids flutter together.
She rises to her tiptoes, slides her arm around my neck, presses her lips to mine.
She tastes good, like coffee and sugar.
She always tastes like coffee and sugar.
She pulls back with a sigh. "I guess we should do this thing."
"You can admit you want to."
"I want to finish and get coffee."
"You want to ride—"
"You."
I laugh. "My board."
"Your cock." Her cheeks flush. "Did I really say that?"
"Yeah."
"It's early. My brain isn't working yet."
"I'm gonna get you up early again."