39

LAURA

“What?”

After what had felt like ages of holding on to each other as if we’d both needed to feel grounded after the earth-shattering sex we’d had, Alex and I had finally managed to drag ourselves out of the restroom. There’d been a knowing look in the waiter’s eyes when she’d come to take our order but she’d been very professional. I was straightening my top when I’d felt the heat of eyes on me and had looked up to find Alex staring at me.

“You were late,” he stated, serious as a heart attack.

“I was stuck in traffic.” We’d skipped everything—greetings, talk and food—and gone straight to fucking because I’d been so hot for him, and I’d completely forgot that I was late. I guess we were going to talk about it now.

“I offered to come get you.”

Traffic was traffic. What difference would it have made?

“Would you have preferred it if we’d both been stuck in traffic?” I asked sarcastically.

He blinked. “Yes.”

It was my turn to blink. “I don’t see how—”

“I’d pick sitting with you in