7. The Patriots Ch. 07-09

Later, when they'd said goodbye to his dad and were in her hotel suite eating dinner he apologized for not giving her one of the gifts.

"I have a bunch of nieces and nephews and I wanted my dad to take the toy back for them and I didn't want you to have to cart around a bunch of flowers and make the rest of the team suspicious about us."

Us. There was an us.

"That's okay, I didn't expect you to give me anything."

"They weren't that nice anyway. I'll buy you better flowers when we get home."

"On our date?"

He smiled. "Yes. At the beginning of our date I will give you flowers."

After dinner he helped her to clean up and then he stood by the door and took her in his arms and kissed her again.

"Yours are the only cheeks I am interested in kissing," he said in that deep smooth voice that turned her brain to mush. "Thanks for looking after me today. Dad said you were feisty." He smiled at her with an expression that was somewhere between amusement and admiration.

"Feisty? That must be physicist talk for a women who uses foul language on the second occasion she's met her boyfriend's parents." It was out of her mouth before she had a chance to realize what she was saying. "Oh shit, I mean..."

Micah cut her off by kissing her again. His tongue slipped into her mouth and stroked against hers, sending electricity all through her body and making her feel weak in the knees.

"Stay," she whispered.

He groaned as if in pain. "I can't. I need to sleep."

He was right, even though she didn't want him to be. "Okay, I'll let you go."

"Goodnight Ellia." He leaned in and kissed her on the lips one last time. "Merci."