Page 97 of Off Her Game

“Yes, right now. Come to Antonio’s with me.”

“I look awful.”

“You’re beautiful.” He leaned in and kissed her briefly.

“A second first date?” She traced her fingertip over his brow, down his temple and across his cheek like she was committing it to memory. “Think we’ll make it to dinner this time?”

“If we don’t, it won’t be the last date.” He pulled her in for a longer kiss.

Grinning, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Does this mean you’ll let me beat you on level forty-three?”

Noah burst out laughing, the sound came out carefree. “I don’t think so.”

“Good, because I can’t wait to see your face when I smoke your ass.