“It’s fun to drink out of the flutes, that’s the point. I also ordered in dinner since you know I can’t cook and macaroons, your favorite, for dessert.”
“How do you know my favorite dessert?”
“I asked Larkyn.”
“You’ve been hanging out with Larkyn?”
She kisses me, playfully. “Yea, I can see why you two are such good friends. And I get the best dirt on you.”
“I don’t like you hanging out with her,” I say, pulling her lip into my mouth.
“Too bad. I learned your guilty pleasure is watching Keeping Up with the Kardashians.”
“Stop,” I say, kissing her again. And then I spot the food behind her. “Sushi? Really? You know I hate sushi.”
She bites her lip to try to hold back her huge smile, but she can’t. In fact, her entire body screams light, bright, and happy. She’s wearing a bright blue sundress making her eyes sparkle. Her hair is loose in messy waves, and she’s painted her nails a bright pink color.
“I want you to give sushi a second chance. And if you hate it, that’s what the macaroons and fake champagne are for.” She’s so excited to have me try the new sushi that there is no way I can turn her down.
I put Shadow down, and he goes to work chewing on my shoelaces.
“I’ll try, but only because I plan on eating you for dessert.”
She blushes with a twinkle in her eye as she looks at my healed ankle. “I can’t wait to see what you can do now that you’re completely healed.”
I laugh and dip her before kissing her again. “Oh, my dirty girl. I think we should skip dinner.”
She pushes me back. “Nope, you just don’t want to try any of the sushi I got. There is no getting out of this. Put your charming grin and lustful words away. We are eating and celebrating first.”
“But my way is celebrating.”
Her cheeks puff out from grinning so much as she shakes her head.
“Sit.” She points to the new table we bought together after we broke the last one.
I sit, and she carries over a large assortment of sushi before sitting down across from me. I focus on looking at how beautiful and incredible she is instead of on the gross raw fish in front of me.
She pours the bubbly sugar water into two glasses and hands one to me. “To finally getting your cast off.”
I clink my glass with hers.
“Now, what is it that you don’t like about sushi?”
“It’s undercooked and cold, and the texture and smell is…” I shiver at the thought.
She laughs. “Try this one.” She picks up a piece with her chopsticks and holds it up to my mouth. She waits patiently for me to open. I would do anything she asked. All I want to do is make her happy. Maybe it’s my addiction to her talking. Or maybe…
I open my mouth, and she puts the sushi into my mouth before I can finish my thought. I start chewing, surprised that it’s warm, has a tough texture instead of the chewiness I’m used to, and doesn’t have a strong fish smell or taste.
I swallow.
Millie claps excitedly like I just won a race or something.
“What do you think?”
“Not bad.”
“Yes!” She makes a pumping gesture with her hands. “I knew I’d get you to like it.”