Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Sidney: night
I set my phone on my nightstand and go to sleep with a smile on my face.
CHAPTER SEVEN
CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF YOU
Skye
I check my reflection in the mirror one last time. This evening Sidney and I are going on a dessert date. I decided on jeans and a light sweater. Casual, comfortable. Underneath, I’m wearing a sexy bra and panties. I’m prepared for all possible end of date outcomes.
I find Violet in the living room with a lap pad perched on her thighs and her math textbook beside her. There’s a teen drama playing on the TV, the sound so low it’s nearly impossible to hear.
“I’ll only be gone a couple of hours. Do you need anything before I head out?”
Violet pushes her glasses up her nose. “Nope, I’m good. Just gonna do some practice questions for my finite test next week and watch some hot angsty vampires.” She motions to the TV.
I kiss Violet on the cheek. “Text me if you need anything.”
“Will do. Have fun on your date.”
“Thanks. I’ll bring you back a treat from the café.”
“Awesome. Thanks.”
I leave her to study and drive to the café. Sidney is already there when I arrive, sitting at a table for two. Today he’s dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. A black jacket is slung over the back of his seat and his hair is neatly styled. He looks utterly delicious. His face lights up with a wide smile as his eyes move over me on a slow, appreciative sweep.
When I reach him, he takes my hand and brings it to his lips, kissing my knuckle. That gentle press resonates through my body and settles in my panties.
“Every time I see you, you’re more beautiful than the last,” he murmurs.
“And every time I see you, I want to get you naked,” I blurt, then bite my lips together before I add, “That wasn’t what I meant to say.”
His grin widens. “I like your honesty, though.” He leans in and lowers his voice. “And I also like that we’re on the same page. Should we order something so we can attempt to appease the sexual tension with sugar and caffeine?”
“I love that plan, but I also doubt its effectiveness.”
“I too, doubt the effectiveness, but I’m willing to give it my most valiant effort.” Sidney tips his head toward the counter and his fingertips settle against the dip in my spine.
I don’t know what the hell is going on with my body, but even that innocent contact is making me all hot and bothered. I order an almond milk latte and Sidney orders a mocha drink. We move to the dessert case and debate the options, narrow it down to two and we each get a slice to share. I offer to pay this time, and Sidney doesn’t fight me, which I appreciate.
Once we have our coffees and desserts, we settle in at the table.
“Can I ask what happened with the girls that you ended up here?” Sidney asks.
I glance around and lean in, lowering my voice. “I gave them the whole, get your O before they get theirs speech and that if a guy isn’t willing to take the time to get you there, and you can’t tell them what you need to make it happen, then you probably shouldn’t be doing what you’re doing, and he isn’t worth your time.”
“That sounds very similar to the talk I had with my son, and like brilliant advice. A lot of the girls that hang out at the arena are pretty starstruck by these boys with promising NHL aspirations. Doesn’t matter how much attention he gets, it’s on him to make sure he’s not the only one getting into the end zone and scoring goals.”
“Is it weird that I find your parenting skills sexy?” I ask.
He grins and shakes his head. “Gotta be honest, I was already hopelessly attracted to you, but when you told me you took those girls out for coffee, your appeal skyrocketed into another dimension.”
“Remember when we were in our twenties and having a decent job and your own place was good enough to entertain a second date?”
Sidney laughs. “It’s amazing how quickly our priorities change.”
“Mm. Yes. Definitely. And dating with a teenager is no easy feat.”
“It really isn’t.”
Violet messages to check on me, and I realize it’s closing in on ten. Our coffees are long finished, but neither of us touched our desserts, too busy talking. We get takeout boxes and cut our pieces in half so we can experience the best of both worlds and Sidney walks me to my car, which is parked next to his truck.
Sidney sets his dessert on the hood. “Miller has some away games the next couple of weekends and I’m traveling with his team, but maybe we could make another coffee date work during the week?”