“Yeah, she and I had the same conversation.”
“We aren’t supposed to talk about this.”
We look at each other, and an unspoken This-is-Jade, you-can’t-not-talk-to-her, she-pulls-it-out-of-you-regardless type of understanding crosses between us.
“What else did Jade say, Tessa?”
“She said I pushed her to take a chance with Ryan after Tommy died, and it had only been four months.”
I like where this is leading. “What else?”
“That I’m not a slut. We’d been on two dates already.”
“You and I?”
“No, me and the man on the moon,” she attempts a joke.
“The game. The elevator ride to almost have dinner with José. What the hell was the other one?”
“The wedding. Apparently, I danced with you, which counts.”
“And that’s three?”
She nods.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“That it’s acceptable after three dates.”
I smirk and whisper in her ear, “Are we talking about sex?”
She laughs softly but not uncomfortably.
“Well, then you’re behind, because we also had dinner together, drinks, and a make out session that resulted in some grinding and heavy petting.”
She looks at me, and I look at my watch.
“What are your plans for this afternoon?”
She shrugs.
“I just cleared my schedule, and I’m going to take you home and have my way with you.”
“Now?” Her voice squeaks adorably.
I nod and hold nothing back as I tell her my intentions. “Yeah, now. I’m gonna pick you up, you’re going to wrap your legs around me, and I’m walking you to my place and taking my time reacquainting myself with every inch of your body.”
“Not in your house.”
“Yours?”
“No. Not there, either.”
None of this is a “Not yet,” so I can’t hold back my smile. “You’re a pain in the ass.”
“Here,” she suggests.
“Luke’s room?”