THREE
“Uh…I’m sorry, what? I thought I heard you ask me to go to dinner. With you. Both of us, eating dinner, together. Did I hear that right?” I use my hands to indicate the both of us, in case my words don’t come across accurately, pulling in deep, slow breaths.
Ayden nods slowly, a little twist to his lips that looks so much like Chrisander Gage that I feel my cheeks burning, burning, burning, and I have to bite my lip to keep my squeak of excitement locked in my throat. “I would very much like that. And since we both don’t know the city well, maybe we can go for a walk afterward.”
“A walk.” A walk with Ayden Stone? Sign me the hell up.
“Do you not go for walks?”
I shake my head, pretty sure I’m being messed with, and whatever electric impulses are going on in my brain aren’t doing
