Matt grasped my hand as we walked up Pearl Street after leaving the restaurant.
If he was in a haste to get inside me, he showed no indication. His gaze wandered over the shops. He occasionally grinned down at me. Holy height difference. It’s a good thing I like tall males.
I noticed people staring at us. Oh . . . We clearly appeared to be a couple. A good- looking pair, I hoped. I felt overshadowed by the elegant man on my side.
Matt stopped.
I followed his eyes to a neon sign at an alley’s entrance. It said DYNAMITE on it.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he grumbled.
“Ha. Wow.” I shook my head.
His eyes were riveted on the bright orange lettering. What was he thinking, looking so melancholy? “Mm. Let’s go in.”
“Wait, what?
” I laughed.
Matt tugged me down the alley and I traipsed after him, struggling on my heels. I’d never been inside a strip joint before. This was about to become interesting.
“You’re insane,” I remarked as he paid our cover charge.
He smirked down at me. Uh- oh. I recognized that sneer.