the town has different events. It’s like a weeklong fall festival here, and the entire community gets involved.”
“Wow. We’ll have to go.” He was making future plans for us. Hello butterflies in stomach, nice of you to show up.
I gazed up at him. “I’d love to take you.”
He smiled and finally took the plunge, wrapping his fingers around mine. A buzz swarmed inside me from his touch, and my heart melted. Did he feel the same as he squeezed his fingers tighter around mine?
When we reached Chocolate Dichotomy, Oli held the door for me. Inside, the scent of chocolate hung in the air like a succulent shroud. Bags of cocoa beans and marshmallows were placed around the room. Cans of whipped cream made up the chair rails on the walls. The tables and chairs looked like something you’d find in a tearoom at some prestigious, high-society club, but the atmosphere was cozy. We read over our choices when a young boy named Bran, according to his nametag, appeared behind the counter.
“Welcome to the Chocolate Dichotomy. What’ll it be?” he asked, bored.
“I’ll have the white hot chocolate with mint, marshmallows, whipped cream, and sprinkles and—” I turned to Oli. “Would you like to share a small bag of the chocolate covered coffee beans?”
“Sure,” he said. The words were simple, but they seemed so intimate. He stood close to me with his hand on the small of my back, and I couldn’t help but wish he’d slide his arm around my waist and pull me closer to him.
I turned back to the cashier. “And a small order of the coffee beans.”
“’Kay. And for you?” he asked Oli.
“I’ll have the same as her, but make mine regular instead of white.”
After ordering, making sure to add the three pounds of chocolate-covered coffee beans, we found a table as we waited for our coffees. I asked him about the symbols on the leather chord around his neck. When I reached up and fingered it lightly, I made sure to sweep my fingers against his neck. He sucked in a breath, and I swore his skin buzzed under my touch. A light blush rose in his cheeks.
“They’re ancient symbols representing earth, fire, wind, and water,” he barely whispered. “It was a present from my oldies when I turned eighteen. Custom made.”
“They’re very nice,” I said, my voice rough. Damn my hormones. “Hey, thanks for taking me out.”
He grinned bashfully. “It was my pleasure, Kitten.”
Our drinks arrived, the mugs overflowing with whipped cream and sprinkles.
“Lola told me you went to university,” Oli said between sips. “What’d you study?” He dipped his spoon into the whipped cream, and the whole thing was more sensual than it should have been.
“I studied International Business and Marketing at Villanova University. Boring, I know.” I swiped my finger through my whipped cream and licked it off. His eyes followed the movement, and my face heated when I realized what I did.
“You are far from boring,” he said breathily, pulling at his necklace. He sipped his drink again, eyes never leaving mine.
I smiled like an idiot. “What about you? Did you go to college?”
“I went to the University of Tasmania. Got my Bachelor of Agriculture there,” he said. Though the words were innocent, his tone implied his thoughts were focused on other . . . things.
“That’s pretty cool.” Wow, I sounded like a dunce. I took a sip of my drink; the mint mixed with the white chocolate was heavenly. I moaned in delight. “This is divine.” He was divine.
Oli took a sip and let out a matching moan, making parts low in my body ache for him. “This is ace,” he agreed. He took another sip. “Where do you work?”
“I work for my dad,” I said. “He owns an exporting business, and I handle all the overseas phone meetings and things like that. It’s a pretty easy job, but I enjoy it. Did you have a job in Tasmania?” The words were chaste, but our eyes were anything but.
“I did. I worked with the local
“Wow. We’ll have to go.” He was making future plans for us. Hello butterflies in stomach, nice of you to show up.
I gazed up at him. “I’d love to take you.”
He smiled and finally took the plunge, wrapping his fingers around mine. A buzz swarmed inside me from his touch, and my heart melted. Did he feel the same as he squeezed his fingers tighter around mine?
When we reached Chocolate Dichotomy, Oli held the door for me. Inside, the scent of chocolate hung in the air like a succulent shroud. Bags of cocoa beans and marshmallows were placed around the room. Cans of whipped cream made up the chair rails on the walls. The tables and chairs looked like something you’d find in a tearoom at some prestigious, high-society club, but the atmosphere was cozy. We read over our choices when a young boy named Bran, according to his nametag, appeared behind the counter.
“Welcome to the Chocolate Dichotomy. What’ll it be?” he asked, bored.
“I’ll have the white hot chocolate with mint, marshmallows, whipped cream, and sprinkles and—” I turned to Oli. “Would you like to share a small bag of the chocolate covered coffee beans?”
“Sure,” he said. The words were simple, but they seemed so intimate. He stood close to me with his hand on the small of my back, and I couldn’t help but wish he’d slide his arm around my waist and pull me closer to him.
I turned back to the cashier. “And a small order of the coffee beans.”
“’Kay. And for you?” he asked Oli.
“I’ll have the same as her, but make mine regular instead of white.”
After ordering, making sure to add the three pounds of chocolate-covered coffee beans, we found a table as we waited for our coffees. I asked him about the symbols on the leather chord around his neck. When I reached up and fingered it lightly, I made sure to sweep my fingers against his neck. He sucked in a breath, and I swore his skin buzzed under my touch. A light blush rose in his cheeks.
“They’re ancient symbols representing earth, fire, wind, and water,” he barely whispered. “It was a present from my oldies when I turned eighteen. Custom made.”
“They’re very nice,” I said, my voice rough. Damn my hormones. “Hey, thanks for taking me out.”
He grinned bashfully. “It was my pleasure, Kitten.”
Our drinks arrived, the mugs overflowing with whipped cream and sprinkles.
“Lola told me you went to university,” Oli said between sips. “What’d you study?” He dipped his spoon into the whipped cream, and the whole thing was more sensual than it should have been.
“I studied International Business and Marketing at Villanova University. Boring, I know.” I swiped my finger through my whipped cream and licked it off. His eyes followed the movement, and my face heated when I realized what I did.
“You are far from boring,” he said breathily, pulling at his necklace. He sipped his drink again, eyes never leaving mine.
I smiled like an idiot. “What about you? Did you go to college?”
“I went to the University of Tasmania. Got my Bachelor of Agriculture there,” he said. Though the words were innocent, his tone implied his thoughts were focused on other . . . things.
“That’s pretty cool.” Wow, I sounded like a dunce. I took a sip of my drink; the mint mixed with the white chocolate was heavenly. I moaned in delight. “This is divine.” He was divine.
Oli took a sip and let out a matching moan, making parts low in my body ache for him. “This is ace,” he agreed. He took another sip. “Where do you work?”
“I work for my dad,” I said. “He owns an exporting business, and I handle all the overseas phone meetings and things like that. It’s a pretty easy job, but I enjoy it. Did you have a job in Tasmania?” The words were chaste, but our eyes were anything but.
“I did. I worked with the local
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