Page 47 of Sing For Me

He’s staring at my lips again and he lets out the sexiest growling noise I’ve ever heard in my life. “I want to kiss you again but I’m pretty sure if I start I won’t make it inside for my appointment.”

The fire that’s been simmering in my belly comes to a full roar. Maybe he wants this as much as I do. Still, I take a step back, not wanting to be the cause of a screwed-up day for him. “We’ll talk later.”

He looks frustrated, but he nods. “Definitely.” Then he pulls out his phone. “Let me call you a ride share.”

“Oh, you don’t need to do that.” I grimace then tilt my head towards the black town car that’s been waiting on this street for the past hour and a half. “I kind of have my own driver.”

His eyebrows go up. “Wow.”

I push his chest. “Don’t tease.”

“I’m just saying, my Uncle Daltrey is a diva and even he doesn’t have a personal driver.”

“It’s for security,” I argue. “Ass.” But I’m laughing, not feeling the mortification that usually comes from any mention of all the ways fear drives my current lifestyle. Will hasn’t seemed to judge me so far.

“Well go get in your fancy car,” he says, still smirking. “Before I lose all self-control and take you back into my office.”

“You probably shouldn’t threaten me with things that I totally want to do,” I point out, and his eyes flare.

“Go,” he growls.

Feeling lighter than I have in ages, I lift up on my tiptoes and press a kiss to the edge of his mouth. “Thanks for lunch.”

Before he can respond, I turn and practically skip all the way to the car. The driver/security guy sees me coming and he’s at my door before I am, opening it for me. “Thanks, Tom.”

I slip into the quiet stillness of the back of the car, and a peel of laughter erupts from my chest. I did it. I actually went on a date with a guy. I even flirted a little! And I let him get physically close to me—for all of twenty seconds, mind you—and hadn’t even freaked out.

I know better than anyone how easy it is for my mood to turn on a dime. How quickly the fear and the flashbacks can barge their way into my life. But for right now, in this moment, I’m going to bask in feeling like a happy, normal girl who just had a really nice first date.