our joined fingers, but she doesn't say anything, instead curling her fingers around mine like it's the most natural thing in the world.
There are people at nearly every booth. A waitress with a nametag that reads “Dorothy” approaches us and gives us a menu. “Take a seat at a clean table. I’ll be back to take your order.”
Scanning the dinner, I see a free table at the back. Tugging on her hand, I walk her toward the table. She takes a seat, and I slide in next to her.
She’s looking around everywhere, taking it all in, her expression adorable.
Her large, vivid blue eyes, cute button nose, and full lips, light up at different things around us.
“Not a place you would normally come to is it, princess?”
She turns her gaze to me, shooting daggers. “No, it’s not. You can stop calling me princess now.”
“Nah, I like it. You standing by the road like you were, you looked like a princess.”
She huffs but doesn't say anything, as Dorothy is all of a sudden standing by our table.
“Sorry, guys, it’s a busy afternoon here today. Are you ready to order, or would you like more time?”
“We’ll have two Coors beers and two cheeseburgers with fries.”
She nods as she writes it down. “Coming right up.”
She tilts her head at me, an eyebrow raised. “Did you just order for me?”
“Yep. They have the best burgers you have ever had in your life.”
She pours herself a glass of water from the bottle in the middle of the table. “Did you want one?” she asks, looking a little lost but also at ease with me.
I shake my head. “So, princess”—she frowns at me while taking a sip from her glass—“you going to give me your name?”
“Sofia.”
“Sofia… no surname?”
She shakes her head at me. “Just Sofia.”
“Okay, I’ll give you that.” I twist so I can offer her my hand.
“Nice to meet you, Sofia. I’m Jett. Jett Reed.”
She takes my hand, a smile forming on her pink lips. “Nice to meet you too, Jett. And thank you. For everything.”
“Don’t mention it. What kind of man would I be if I left a damsel in distress on the side of the road?”
“I wasn’t exactly a—”
“Yes, you were. Dress and all.”
We both chuckle.
“Okay, maybe I was a little.”
“Want to talk about it?”
Our server places our beers on the table, and I nod my thanks. Passing a bottle to Sofia, she takes it and looks at it like it’s a foreign thing.
“Have you ever had a beer?”
She shakes her head but lifts it up to her lips. Watching her tentatively wrap her lips around the bottle and taking a sip, her throat swallowing, has me wishing it was my cock in her mouth. I adjust my pants, not wanting her to see how she affects me.
Her face grimaces at the taste.
“The answer to both your questions is no.”
Fuck, what did I ask her?
“No, to wanting to talk about what happened, and no to having had a beer before. But now I think I’ll be drinking it from now on.” She taps her drink to the top of mine before she lifts the bottle to her lips again.
I don’t get a chance to stare at her, as Dorothy chooses that moment to serve our food.
“Thank you,” Sofia and I both say.
She takes a fry into her mouth. “Mm, I didn’t realize how hungry I was.”
I’m glad I’m sitting beside her and not across from her, otherwise I would stare at her the whole time. I need to break this new obsession with her. I face forward and take a bite of my burger.
Just as good as I remembered.
“Oh God!” she moans beside me, and it hits me right in my cock.
What would she sound like, coming around my… shit.
I ignore her, throwing some fries in my mouth, needing these thoughts to leave my brain when she says my name. Fuck me, why is hearing my name from her lips having such an effect on me.
“Jett, this burger is amazing.”
I turn to her as she licks her lower lip, where some sauce has escaped.
Fuck, what would I do to lick that off of her?
I grunt and face forward, needing to finish this meal and head home.
We eat the rest of our burgers in silence. I sit back when I’m done, my arm going behind Sofia across the booth.
She turns in her seat, a frown marring her beautiful face. “Did I say something wrong?”
“No, babe, I was hungry is all. You want dessert, or you