Chapter 137 Diana

• Before I could answer, Tom bellowed from the dining room. "Dinner's ready! Ezra, grab a seat."
• We separated, but the promise hung heavy. Throughout the meal, I watched her—laughing at jokes, passing the potatoes, but her foot nudged mine under the table, teasing. Made me rock hard, shifting in my seat to hide the bulge. Tom droned on about work, the family chattering, but all I heard was the blood rushing in my ears, the ache to claim her again.
• After dessert, as plates cleared, Tom pulled me aside in the living room, nursing his drink. "So, about that someone you mentioned... spill, man. Who's the lucky lady?"