“Are we ending with fireworks?”
“What do you think?” he asks with a smirk.
“Wow, Breaker. You know . . . if you wanted a blow job that bad, you could have just asked for one. You didn’t have to go through all of this.”
He chuckles. “Oh, I know, Lia.” His lips right next to my ear. “Trust me, I know how much you want my cock.”
My cheeks heat, and I’m glad we’re in a dark room, or else people would be able to read the expression and desire I have for this man all over my face.
“I truly think I got a hard-on while riding Rise of the Resistance,” Breaker says as we sit at our reserved seat in Docking Bay 7. “Like actual chills.”
“Same,” I say. “Although I can’t speak on the erection that you’re talking about. I did get chills. That has to be one of the most immersive experiences I’ve ever been a part of. And the way the cast members yell at you. I truly felt like I was a prisoner.”
“Yeah, we’re doing that again.” Breaker leans back in the small circular booth we have to ourselves. “Makes me want to get out my Chewbacca costume and start running around the apartment.”
“You still have that?” I ask.
“Yeah, and I still have your Leia costume, which . . . I think we need to upgrade, you know, since now I get to see you naked. I think I deserve you in the gold bikini.”
“Oh my God, seriously? Are you going to be that cliché?”
“Yeah, you have a problem with that?” he asks.
I smirk and lean into him. “No, I actually think it would be really hot.”
“Don’t fucking tease me, Lia. You know I’ll buy that bikini right now.”
I’m about to tell him to do so when Jorge delivers our food. Breaker went with the smoked ribs, and I was drawn toward the shrimp noodles. He also drops off some Sprites and then says, “I’m going to take a break for a moment while you two eat. You have my number if you need anything.”
“Thank you, Jorge,” Breaker says right before he takes off.
“This looks delicious,” I say as Breaker hands me a fork.
“It does.” He slips his arm around my waist and pulls me in closer before resting his hand on my hip, keeping me right next to him.
As we dig into our lunch, I ask him, “Have you always been this possessive over the women you’re seeing?”
“Nope,” he answers before swallowing his first bite. “You’re the only one.”
“Can I ask why?”
“Why? Do you hate it?”
I shake my head. “No, I love it, but it’s so different. I haven’t ever met a guy who has held me like you do. Or wanted to touch me like you. And I guess I didn’t know how much I liked it until you came along.”
“Yeah, I didn’t know how much I needed it either until I touched you.” He smirks at me and then shoves a forkful of his food in his mouth, looking all goofy and ridiculously cute. When I shake my head at him, he nudges me and asks, “What?”
“You’re just . . . God, you’re annoying with how hot you are. You can just smirk, and it makes my stomach all twisted in knots.”
“I consider that a good thing.”
“Of course you do because you think you have me wrapped around your pinky.”
“Don’t I?”
I fork a piece of shrimp and mutter, “Unfortunately.”
He chuckles. “Don’t be upset about it or anything.”
“You’re just charming and sweet and thoughtful, and ugh . . . it makes it hard to find fault in you.”
“Are you looking for faults?” he asks as he sips from his Sprite cup.
“Aren’t we always looking for faults?” I ask as I twirl noodles on my fork. “Without faults, we wouldn’t be human.”
“True,” he answers. “So if you’re looking for faults, I have something for you to chew on.”
“Oh yeah, is it a real thing?”
“Very real. I think about this all the time and how I could have done better,” he replies.
“Okay, let me hear it.” I take a bite from my fork and listen intently.
“One of my greatest faults would be not asking you out on a date the first night I met you.”
I roll my eyes. “Come on, Breaker.”
“I’m serious,” he says, and from the tone in his voice and the expression in his eyes, I can truly tell he is. “Ever since I got a taste of you, I keep thinking about how I’m such an idiot for not asking you out sooner, for not making a move earlier. I can’t believe I waited this long to hold your hand, to have you in my bed. It makes me feel like a real fucking idiot. And all those years of not having a girlfriend, it’s because of you. Because I had deep-rooted feelings for you that I wasn’t allowing myself to feel. So yeah, there’s my fault, being a legitimate idiot when it comes to how I feel about you.”