“How would it work?” Snow leans into me, and I kiss her forehead.
“How would what work?”
“This.” She gestures around the table.
“How about we get through the season of filming, and we can show you.” London smirks.
“Food is great.” Afton changes the subject.
“Thanks. I pride myself on that. Which reminds me, I need to go grab a few things from the store for tomorrow.”
“I’ll go,” London offers. “Make me a list, and I’ll grab them. I need to stop by the gym, anyway.”
“Thanks.” I nod.
“You want me to go with you?” Afton asks.
“Nah, stay here. I’ll let Snow corrupt you with princess movies while I’m gone,” London jokes.
“Hey.” She giggles, tossing a napkin at his head.
“I make great snacks.” I jump in.
“That’s all that matters,” Afton agrees. And then his hand finds its way under the table again. I want to explode, and his hand is only on my thigh. Earlier, he stroked me through my pants, and I almost came just like that.
He’s definitely experienced, but that’s a given since I’ve only kissed one man. And that man gave me a blow job.
“I think we’ll be okay,” Snow says as she grabs the plates and sets them in the sink.
He moves higher, and I wish I had sweats on. I want his hands on me.
Before anything else can happen, I jump up for my pad of paper and grab a pen to make a list.
“Did you like that?” London whispers in my ear.
“Um . . .”
“I know you did. I like seeing the color in your cheeks. It’s all right if you want to let him play. Even when I’m not here.” He kisses my earlobe.
“Okay,” I whisper back.
I jot down what I need and hand it to him.
“Leave the dishes, Snow,” I tell her as London chuckles.
“Have fun, guys,” he says, and he heads out the door.
Afton just grins. “He told you it’s okay?”
“Yeah,” I whisper.
“How about we pick out a movie?” he replies and Snow just nods.