Page 87 of That First Flight
I’m silent because I can’t find the words to even respond.
This mess. Him being so flustered. It was all so he could learn how to do my most favorite thing in the entire world.
“First things first.” I clear my throat, fighting back any emotions that are fighting to reach the surface. “Let’s get this cleaned up. Next time, you wait for me and I’ll teach you all you need to know.”
Oliver responds with his signature grin and a nod.
We move seamlessly together to clean up the dishes he’s used and appliances that he had out that he didnotneed for any of these recipes he attempted to make. He has successfully snapped out of his flustered state when he settles next to me at the sink to take over drying duty.
“How was your first night at Mollie’s?”
I smile wildly as I scrub the pan. “It was amazing, Oliver. You have no idea. Not to be dramatic or anything, but it was probably the best night of my life, next to giving birth to Mackenzie.”
“That’s amazing. I’m really proud of you.” He bumps my shoulder as he picks up the next dish to dry.
“Don’t be too proud.” I laugh. “I messed up potatoes tonight.”
“How in the world do you mess up potatoes?”
I drop the pan, propping one hand on my hip and the other pointing to the Kitchen Aid still nestled on the island. “I don’t know… why don’t you tell me?” I smirk.
Oliver looks in the direction of my hand and nods. “Touché”
“But if you must know, I served a sweet potato instead of the baked potato the customer wanted.”
“Honest mistake. All potatoes look the same to me when they aren’t cooked and cut open.”
We both pause at how ridiculous that sounds before we fall into a fit of laughter together.
I vividly remember how nervous I was to take this man up on his offer of coming back to the city with him, but it’s slowly turning into the best decision I’ve ever made. He makes everything so easy and carefree. He makes me forget about my past mistakes, and he makes me want to be a better version of myself.
Once the kitchen is spotless, Oliver throws the dishrag on the counter before removing his glasses to sit next to the sink and props a hip against it. “Now what?”
“What do you mean?” I narrow my eyes.
“You said first things first before. So now what?”
I smile spreads across my face remembering what he said when Oliver admitted what he was doing here in the kitchen.
“So… you kinda like me, huh?” I ask with full confidence.
“Kinda. Sorta. Maybe.” He shrugs.
“Then I guess the second order of business is that you should probably kiss me again. You know since I had such a great night at work.”
His lips curve up as he hums. “You want me to kiss you again, dragonfly?”
“Kinda. Sorta. Maybe.”
He doesn’t waste a second before his lips crash into mine.
Fervently.
Wildly.
His fingertips slide through my hair as he grips the back of my head, angling me just the right amount to give himself better access to my mouth. My hands grip his biceps as I press my body into him. My body lights up even more and I moan into his mouth just as his tongue swipes my bottom lip.
I open up for him instantly as our tongues dance eagerly together. I press up to my toes, wanting to be as close to him as possible, craving the oxygen in his lungs to bring me back to life.