33. Rohit
A s Amanda clears our empty plates, she asks if we would like to see a dessert menu.
“Yes,” I say, at the same time as Miley says, “No, thank you.”
I quirk my eyebrow at her, because I know she has a sweet tooth. She blushes and looks down while she whispers, “We can have ice cream at my place.”
I smile and eagerly reach into my wallet. “Just the check please,” I tell the server, handing her my card without even getting the check first. If Miley is ready to leave, we’re leaving.
“I’m not even going to try to ask to split the bill,” Miley says, rolling her eyes.
“Good.”
“I am Chinese; I know the secret to paying the bill, so don’t worry, I’ll get our next date,” Miley says with conviction.
“While I’m thrilled to hear there’s going to be a next date, don’t forget, I am Indian. We also play dirty when trying to pay the bill. I’ve done it all, pretending to go to the bathroom and paying the bill before it even comes, slipping the host my credit card when we arrive at the restaurant, even calling the restaurant beforehand and giving them my credit card number. You can’t out-pay me,” I say confidently.
“We shall see,” Miley sings as she scoots her chair back.
“You’re cute when you're cocky,” I declare as I pull out her chair to help her stand.
As I follow her through the restaurant, she stops suddenly to look at a painting on the wall, causing me to run right into her, and pressing me right into her ass. I’ve sported a semi since the day I met her, and I think she caught me.
“I don’t think I’m the cocky one,” she teases, turning around to look at me as we exit the restaurant.
A mild September breeze blows and I notice Miley shiver. I wrap my arm around her and tuck her close. She sighs and leans into me as we walk to the corner and hail a yellow cab.
Miley slides into the cab first, and while I fold myself in, she gives the driver her address. It’s only a ten-minute ride, but I find it hard to control myself as I wrap my arm around Miley’s waist and pull her close to me.
She looks up at me, and I lean down, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. She angles her body closer to mine at the same time as I turn to her, and we are pressed against each other, her soft curves against my torso. She snakes her hand around my neck and pulls me down to her.
Our kiss is soft at first, but turns more insistent. Miley darts her tongue out, and my mouth opens to deepen the kiss. She whimpers softly as I tug her closer and run my hand down the length of her back. I feel my cock harden even more, and I’m about to pull Miley onto my lap when the horn blares, startling us apart.
Miley giggles as I smooth the hair back from her face and run my thumb over her swollen lips. The cab slows to a stop in front of a red light and I look out the window and see the hospital.
“Here’s fine!” Miley calls out to the driver. She passes him a twenty-dollar bill and tells him to keep the change as she hurries me out of the door.
Once on the sidewalk, Miley grabs my hand and leads me to her building. She bypasses the elevator bank and heads for the staircase. She only lives on the second floor, but I know the havoc her shoes must cause her feet. Once she pulls the staircase door open, I quickly pick her up over my shoulder. She gasps with surprise and I chuckle as I start climbing the stairs.
“Rohit, this is completely unnecessary,” she complains. “I know how to walk.”
“Trust me, in fifteen years, your feet will thank me,” I reply.
Miley slaps my ass playfully as she’s hanging upside down. “Nice view back here,” she says into my backside, pinching my ass.
I yelp in mock outrage while secretly loving this playful side of her.
As I pull open the door to her floor, I set her down, and she stares at me, bewildered.
“You’re not even out of breath carrying me up the stairs?” she asks.
“Goose, you’re tiny. And I know people don’t generally consider tennis players to be strong like other athletes, but we’re not too shabby.” I flex my biceps jokingly.
Miley laughs as she opens her door and slips off her heels. I follow her in and head to the kitchen area.
“Oh, uh, Rohit?” she stammers. “I don’t actually have ice cream. I hope that’s okay. I just wanted to be alone with you sooner.”
“Unbelievable, I was promised ice cream!” I say, feigning disgust.
She’s still standing by the door, about to burst into a fit of laughter, but bites her bottom lip, noticing my hungry gaze on her. I cross her apartment in two long strides and pick her up. She wraps her legs around my torso and her arms around my neck. I pin her against the door, her front pressed to mine. Her body fits perfectly into mine. I feel like I’m coming home.
“I’ve been thinking about this all night,” I say before I lean down and crash my lips against hers.