at the walls and the menu. “I think I'm just going to get the Rainbow rolls, and maybe a beer.”
“Sounds good to me, what kind of beer?” I asked, turning the page of the colorful menu.
“I don't know, I'm not sure yet.” Her nose wrinkled, small lines forming across the bridge.
“Well, it's on me. So get whatever you want.” Folding the menu closed, I lifted my head to look at her. She was gorgeous, and I was finding it hard to not stare at her.
Her bangs had fallen into her eyes, flipping her head up, she tossed them from her face. The curve of her throat was smooth and calling for me to just run my tongue over it; and God, I wanted to do that so fucking badly.
Watching the skin of her neck move as she swallowed, the delicate area lifted softly, slowly rolling out. And I wanted to bite it, run nibbles up to her lips and over her ear.
“What do you think?” she asked, lowering the menu.
“Hmm?” I wasn't paying attention, I had gotten so lost in just her presence I couldn't even think straight.
“A Boston lager, that's what I think I want.” Avni dipped one brow, lids slit tight. “Are you even listening?”
“Honestly, no.” Chuckling, I folded my hands on top of the table. Shifting my waist, I tried adjust the semi forming in my jeans. “ You're just so fucking beautiful,” I said, tugging at my bottom lip with my teeth.
“Don't, you can stop right there. Just dinner, remember?” The corner of her lip raised just a hair, I watched her muscles try and keep her mouth firm. She didn't want to smile, she didn't want to accept the compliment.
But in her subtle smirk, she did.
“I know, so tell me something about yourself then. Get my mind moving elsewhere, otherwise you're going to listen to me make bad pickup lines all night.”
Laughing, Avni gripped her water and took a long sip. “Well, what do you want to know?”
“How old are you?”
“Don't you know you're never supposed to ask a lady her age?” Her head fell to her shoulder, smiling big. Her white teeth gleamed brightly under the florescent lighting, tongue gliding smoothly over her lower lip.
She wants me to not be turned on? How the hell am I supposed to do that when she's teasing my cock and doesn't even realize it.
Scrunching my lips to the side, I tapped my chin. “But how do I know you're legal? You could be in high school and like older men. I have to protect myself you know.”
Giggling, she tugged at her earlobe, adjusting the hoop. “I'm twenty-three, you?”
“Twenty-six. Good, we're both of legal age.” Leaning back against the deep blue, patent leather cushion, it creaked with my weight pressed against it. I almost expected it to give way, the surface was cracked, small wisps of white cotton poked through, tickling the back of my arm.
A waiter scurried in our direction, holding a notepad. Standing at the table, he said, “Can I get you something to drink?”
Glancing back at Avni, I held my hand up. “Ladies first.”
She couldn't stop the smile that time. It spread as fast as wild fire in a dry hay bale. Stumbling on her words, she sent me a crossed glance. “Yeah, I'll have a Sam's and an order of Rainbow rolls, please.”
“And for you, Sir?” The waiter asked.
Just her please. I'll take her now, later, tomorrow.
The waiter was a very small man, no more than five feet tall I'd say. And it was hard for me to not laugh while giving him my order.
Every word I said he followed with a long drawn out, 'ah.' Like I had just given him an in-depth explanation on how the universe came to be.
Squinting at Avni as he walked away, we both lost it. The two of us let out a guttural laugh when he was finally out of earshot.
“Wow, I must have given him the most interesting order of his life.”
Between her chuckles, she said, “Ah, it's possible.”
That laugh, that tender delicious sonnet. It was music to my ears and motivation for my cock. The muscle jumped with need as her song played from her
“Sounds good to me, what kind of beer?” I asked, turning the page of the colorful menu.
“I don't know, I'm not sure yet.” Her nose wrinkled, small lines forming across the bridge.
“Well, it's on me. So get whatever you want.” Folding the menu closed, I lifted my head to look at her. She was gorgeous, and I was finding it hard to not stare at her.
Her bangs had fallen into her eyes, flipping her head up, she tossed them from her face. The curve of her throat was smooth and calling for me to just run my tongue over it; and God, I wanted to do that so fucking badly.
Watching the skin of her neck move as she swallowed, the delicate area lifted softly, slowly rolling out. And I wanted to bite it, run nibbles up to her lips and over her ear.
“What do you think?” she asked, lowering the menu.
“Hmm?” I wasn't paying attention, I had gotten so lost in just her presence I couldn't even think straight.
“A Boston lager, that's what I think I want.” Avni dipped one brow, lids slit tight. “Are you even listening?”
“Honestly, no.” Chuckling, I folded my hands on top of the table. Shifting my waist, I tried adjust the semi forming in my jeans. “ You're just so fucking beautiful,” I said, tugging at my bottom lip with my teeth.
“Don't, you can stop right there. Just dinner, remember?” The corner of her lip raised just a hair, I watched her muscles try and keep her mouth firm. She didn't want to smile, she didn't want to accept the compliment.
But in her subtle smirk, she did.
“I know, so tell me something about yourself then. Get my mind moving elsewhere, otherwise you're going to listen to me make bad pickup lines all night.”
Laughing, Avni gripped her water and took a long sip. “Well, what do you want to know?”
“How old are you?”
“Don't you know you're never supposed to ask a lady her age?” Her head fell to her shoulder, smiling big. Her white teeth gleamed brightly under the florescent lighting, tongue gliding smoothly over her lower lip.
She wants me to not be turned on? How the hell am I supposed to do that when she's teasing my cock and doesn't even realize it.
Scrunching my lips to the side, I tapped my chin. “But how do I know you're legal? You could be in high school and like older men. I have to protect myself you know.”
Giggling, she tugged at her earlobe, adjusting the hoop. “I'm twenty-three, you?”
“Twenty-six. Good, we're both of legal age.” Leaning back against the deep blue, patent leather cushion, it creaked with my weight pressed against it. I almost expected it to give way, the surface was cracked, small wisps of white cotton poked through, tickling the back of my arm.
A waiter scurried in our direction, holding a notepad. Standing at the table, he said, “Can I get you something to drink?”
Glancing back at Avni, I held my hand up. “Ladies first.”
She couldn't stop the smile that time. It spread as fast as wild fire in a dry hay bale. Stumbling on her words, she sent me a crossed glance. “Yeah, I'll have a Sam's and an order of Rainbow rolls, please.”
“And for you, Sir?” The waiter asked.
Just her please. I'll take her now, later, tomorrow.
The waiter was a very small man, no more than five feet tall I'd say. And it was hard for me to not laugh while giving him my order.
Every word I said he followed with a long drawn out, 'ah.' Like I had just given him an in-depth explanation on how the universe came to be.
Squinting at Avni as he walked away, we both lost it. The two of us let out a guttural laugh when he was finally out of earshot.
“Wow, I must have given him the most interesting order of his life.”
Between her chuckles, she said, “Ah, it's possible.”
That laugh, that tender delicious sonnet. It was music to my ears and motivation for my cock. The muscle jumped with need as her song played from her
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