Darian and Larkin walked out an hour later and went to breakfast, much like they had the night before. They went to the same restaurant they had the night before because they both enjoyed the atmosphere and the food. They talked the whole time between bites, and when they weren’t eating, they held hands on the table.
When they got to her apartment door, Darian nudged her against it and pressed his lips to hers. He deepened the kiss when she sighed, wrapped her arms around his neck, and relaxed against him.
Both of them were breathless when he lifted his head.
“Tomorrow night, when I pick you up, we’ll be doing something different.”
“Like what?” she asked unsteadily.
“How about if I surprise you?”
Larkin grinned. She couldn’t remember if she’d ever had a surprise and she liked the idea. “All right.”
He gave her another quick kiss. “Go on to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Night,” she murmured before she closed the door.
“Locks,” he said with a growl through the door.
She quickly turned the locks.
“Good girl. Night, baby.”
Larkin rested her hand on the wood and smiled. She got to see him again, and it made her giddy. She really liked him. He was fun to be with, he made her feel like a woman and, most importantly, safe.
Rushing into her room, she called Brylee.
“How’d it go?” a sleepy voice said.
Larkin grinned. “It was great. He said he was going to surprise me tomorrow night.”
“Oh, wow. That’s so cool.”
“Yeah. I wish you could be there with me.”
Brylee snorted. “Yeah, I’m sure he’d love that.”
Larkin laughed.
Brylee yawned. “I won’t see you tomorrow but call me Sunday morning and tell me how it went.”
“I will,” Larkin said. “Go back to sleep. Night.”
“Good night.”
That night, Larkin dropped off quickly and slept hard, not waking until noon.
After she got up, she walked out into the living room and stopped. Vanessa, the third girl she lived with, sat on the sofa.
Larkin looked around for the other two. Vanessa had never liked her and enjoyed being cruel to her for some reason. The other two had told her to stop a few times, but it got terrible whenever she and Vanessa were alone.
“How’s the hunk?”
Larkin swallowed. “He’s good.”
Vanessa draped her arms over the back of the sofa and narrowed her eyes. “You know he just wants to fuck you. There’s no way a guy th
at handsome wants a girl like you for anything else.”