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I don’t believe you

Grey:

You don’t have to, but I know you better tell your date his Beetlejuice impression is on point

With my head bowed, I hoped wherever he was hiding, he couldn’t see the way my shoulders shook at his dumb ass joke.

Me:

That was mean

Grey:

I never told you I was nice

Me:

Where are you?

Grey:

Why? You wanna see me?

Me:

Grey…

Grey:

The bar

I was out of my seat, bag clutched in my hand as soon as I read his message. The L-shaped bar spanned the length of the restaurant before curving toward the corridor leading to the restrooms. Greyson was conveniently perched on a stool near the end of the first bend, meaning he’d seen my date walk by and that’s why he knew exactly when to text me.

“What are you doing here? Noah said you don’t like eating out,” I whisper-yelled, coming to a stop beside him.

“I don’t. But Noah had a bad day, I wanted to pick up his favorite food.” He looked me over, his nearly-black eyes caressing every inch of my body. “Then I got distracted.”

Greyson in a tweed suit had become the norm for my eyes to feast on, but Greyson in a tweed suit with his eyes hooded and his attention fixed on me in a crowded restaurant was just too much.

He ran his thumb over his bottom lip and I imagined the touch on my skin. Goosebumps broke out over my arms and my nipples pebbled right in front of his hungry gaze.

“Why are you here with him?” I think delusion was setting in at this point because I could have sworn I heard a tinge of hurt in his words.

“Because I wanna go out,” I said around a hard swallow. “I stay in the house all day, I wanna see people.”

We were both grown enough to fill in the gaps and make the necessary inferences. At least I thought we were.

“Noah has been taking you to the bookstore every day for a week. You see us every night.”

“Not likethat,” I hissed, frowning at him.

Greyson’s eyes flashed before he schooled his features and pushed his frames up his nose. I hid my smile by biting the inside of my cheek. His tells were so obvious.

“Fine, you want dates, I’ll take you on dates.”

“So romantic,” I said dryly, folding my arms over my chest.

I should have been worried about how long my date had been in the bathroom already, but I couldn’t bring myself to care about anything other than the man in front of me.