“To the graduation party?” Adley sits up a little straighter as though she’s surprised.
“You’re my girl. I think it’s about time I show you off.”
“I like the sound of that.”
Adley runs her fingers through my hair and kisses me long, slow, and deep.
When we separate, my eyes find the bag on the desk. “I think our food is cold.”
“That’s okay. At least everyone else got to eat warm food.”
“Everyone else?”
She smiles. “I brought everyone dinner.”
“You did?”
She shrugs. “I was just trying to be nice. And maybe I wanted everyone to like me.”
“They’re men. They’re going to love you. Forget what I said; you can’t come here ever again.”
“Oh no,” she laughs, poking me in the chest. “You already said I could come. You can’t take that back.”
“Fine,” I say, cupping the back of her neck. “But from now on, the only person you buy food for is me. You don’t need to impress those fuckers. You’ve already impressed the hell out of me. I don’t like to share.” I end my little rant with a kiss.
“Noted,” she mumbles against my lips.
My stomach picks that moment to growl, and Adley gets up and grabs the food. “I got your favorite.”
Pulling napkins from the bag, she lays them out on the desk. I unwrap my roast beef sandwich and take a bite.
Adley curls her nose up and stares at her sandwich for a few seconds.
“Everything okay? Did they get your order wrong?”
“No,” she says, shaking her head, her face going a little pale. “I’m okay. The smell of onion is really pungent, and it got to me for a second.”
“Take ’em off.”
She lifts the bun from her cheeseburger, pulls off the onions, and drops them in the bag. Within a few seconds her color comes back, and she sniffs her sandwich before taking a bite.
“W
hy are you staring at me,” she asks.
I shake my head. “I just like watching you, that’s all.”
“You might change your mind when you see how fast I devour this burger.” She growls and takes a hefty bite.
This is one of the things I enjoy about Adley. She’ll always choose the greasy burger over a salad.
“Doubtful,” I say, laughing when she moans around the food in her mouth, clearly no longer fazed by the onions. “Adley?”
She swallows before answering. “Yeah?”
“Thank you for coming here tonight.”
Picking up a napkin, she dabs the corners of her mouth and leans in until her lips brush lightly over mine.