The evening passes quickly. If we really are on a date, it’s one of the best I’ve ever had in my life. Ryan is witty and charming, and so damn handsome. Throughout dinner, I notice others watching him—mostly women, but a few men try to catch his eye. But he doesn’t notice anyone but me. If I were gay, I’d be head over heels for him, I know.
Hell, I’m straight and half in love already.
Part of me hopes he invites me back to his house for a nightcap. Whether that means a drink or fooling around, I don’t know, and to be honest, I don’t care. I’m up for anything at the moment, and I’m feeling so damn generous, I wouldn’t even charge him. I almost say it out loud. Hey, let’s go back to your place and bust a nut, how’s that sound? This one’s on me. After all, he picked up the check for the res
