I take a deep breath and steady myself before sliding into my seat opposite Alicia at the bar.
I know she’s not dressed for me. She came out in what she was already wearing when I rang her doorbell. She’s not wearing cutoff shorts like the ones she wore when we were teenagers out of any desire for me to look at her ass. She didn’t tie off that white button-down shirt at her midriff so that I could admire the smooth plane of her abdomen.
And when she folds her arms, I know she’s not deliberately pushing her breasts up to entice me.
At least, I think I know that. I can’t be sure about that last part. And whether it’s her intention or not, she absolutely is enticing me. I could tear off her clothes and take her right here on the table.
“So, tell me about the day you left the pack,” I say once we’re seated and holding a couple of drinks.
“I’m surprised you want to hear about that,” she admits.
I shrug. “It was a long time ago,” I say, not bothering to act like I don’t know what she’s talking about. “I think we can be adults about it. Don’t you think so?”
“I do. I just... I’m really glad to hear you say that,” she says. “I was worried things would be awkward between us. Especially after what happened the last time I was home.”