Strictly sex

"Drake!" An older waitress with slightly graying hair beamed the moment we stepped inside.

I know he said he liked to come here, but I didn't realize it was often enough to clearly become a regular. Regardless, it made me smile and my heart warmed for him again. Damn it!

"Hey Deb," Drake greeted. "Got my favorite table open?"

She laughed and waved her hand at him dismissively. "Boy, when has your table ever been occupied at this hour? Go take a seat sugars and I'll bring you some menus."

Drake chuckled before he gently nudged me toward the back of the restaurant. We took a seat at the very back in the booth what was cool about it was that there was only one bench seat at the table. I slid in first and then Drake slid in next to me, my nerves began to betray me when I realized how close he sat to me.

Deb came back with the menus and two glasses of water, setting them down before she smiled at us.

"It's good to see you, Drake. You were away for longer than I would have liked to see,