Dinner Has to Go

Lanie

Desire was pain.

At least, it had suddenly become that way. I’d never before experienced the things Andrew made me. With him, every experience was unknown. My body tingled, itched, and ached in extraordinary ways. Every time he glanced at me, my heart fluttered.

Rolling up to the parking lot of a small restaurant, he opened my door as he always did and then held my hand for the walk inside. The place was low-key but also a hot spot. I’d never been to it before, but I recognized the name. Potted plants covered the circular layout, and the staff all wore black vests. The host escorted us to a small table in a corner. Instead of taking the seat on the other side of the table, Andrew ignored where the host had put his menu and settled in right next to me.

His knee brushed against mine, and I sucked in a breath. Why had I let him take me out of my apartment? Screw dinner. We could have had boxed mac n’ cheese for all I cared. Or nothing at all. My appetite had up and vanished the s