“It is,” he said, turning off the car. “The owner is one of my students and she—”
“She?” I blurted and snapped my mouth shut, blushing.
Keelan grinned. “You have nothing to worry about, baby girl. Zoe is happily married to a woman.”
“Sorry,” I mumbled.
“Don’t be. I find almost everything about you adorable and that gave me a good ego boost.”
“I’m glad to help your already-big ego. Mine doesn’t know how to take being called adorable.”
“I’ll happily tell you how sexy I think you are and all the dirty thoughts that enter my head when I look at you,” he said as his eyes dropped to my mouth. “But I figured I’d keep this date respectable or else we might not make it inside.”
My toes curled in my flats. I wish I’d had more time to get ready. All I had done was throw on a white summer dress and put my hair in a braid to the side. I cleared my throat. “Maybe you can tell me later.”
He chuckled. “I can do that.”
I was now more excited for that than lunch.
“Back to what I was saying…Zoe is the chef and owner. She was taught at that cooking school in Paris.”
“Le Cordon Bleu?”
“Yup, that one.” He pointed at the restaurant. “This place is only open for dinner, but she’s making an exception today. I’ve talked to her about how you love to cook and she offered to cook us a private lunch, or if you want to, you’re welcome back in her kitchen to cook with her.”
He talked to her about me? “Wow, Keelan” were the only words I could form.
“Shall we go inside?”
“That’s a silly question,” I said, unbuckling my seat belt and climbing out of the car.
Zoe was an amazing woman and chef to meet. She was a short lady with a confident personality and a head full of orange, wild curls. Keelan and I never sat at a table for lunch. We followed Zoe into the kitchen and stayed there. Zoe showed us how to cook a few of the dishes she served, which I got to help make while Keelan stood by watching me with a smile. After the food was made, the three of us ate it right there in the kitchen. Zoe’s passion and the way she talked about food reminded me of my mom and it made me nostalgic.
After that, we went to the movies and I overstuffed myself with popcorn. For the entire drive home and as he walked me to my door, Keelan held my hand. Once we were standing on my porch, Keelan surprised me by yanking on my hand. I fell into his arms and he kissed me. The way he kissed was smooth and confident. His tongue caressed mine in a way that made my knees go weak.
This should have been our first kiss, I thought. There wasn’t any guilt behind it.
He pulled away and stroked my cheek with his fingers. “I should go. I’m sure Colt and Creed are wanting to see you.”
I fisted his shirt in my hands. “Stay.” His brows rose and I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. “I mean, we haven’t had a Game of Thrones date in a while. Maybe just you and I could watch it at my place?”
He tilted his head toward his house. “Let me run home really quick to change and I’ll be right back.”
I nodded and we went our separate ways. He ran back home and I went inside. I changed into my Wonder Woman PJs and removed my makeup. As I dried my face, I looked at my stitches. I couldn’t get them out until Monday. Scrunching my nose, I covered the ugly sight with my hair.
Keelan returned about twenty minutes later, dressed down to a white muscle shirt that showed off his arm tats and the Superman pajama bottoms I’d gotten him for his birthday. I smiled down at them and said, “Nice pajamas.”
“A beautiful girl gave them to me for my birthday,” he said and held up the box set of Game of Thrones. “And she gave me this.”
“She sounds pretty amazing,” I said, taking the box set from him and heading over to the TV to put the show on.
“She is,” he said, sitting on the couch.
After getting the show started, I sat next to him. He rested his hand on my bare thigh.
Colt and Creed texted me a few times, saying that they missed me and that Keelan had to return me tomorrow. That made me laugh and Keelan rolled his eyes.
A spicy scene came on in the show and his pointer finger began to stroke a tiny spot on my inner thigh. It was such a little touch, yet it was enough to set my blood on fire. I bit my lip and looked at him. Sensing me staring, he looked at me, too. No cues or words were needed. He put his hand to my cheek and he slammed his lips on mine. The way we kissed was hot, addictive, and intense. Like we needed each other but couldn’t get enough. I crawled into his lap and straddled him without breaking our kiss. He grabbed my butt and squeezed. I ran my fingers into his hair and tugged a little, making him groan. His hand slid up my shirt, up my side and over my bare breast.