The Dip and the Resurface

Part 8

Tyler

"I'm going to her place, see you tomorrow," I whispered to Josh and hurried out the door before he could ask me any questions. All I saw was his jaw dropping at my words.

When Ivy and I had walked for a few minutes I asked her, "where do you want to go?"

"I don't know about you but I'm really hungry," she laughed.

"I could eat," I nodded in agreement, "do you know if there's a Taco Bell nearby?"

She shook her head, "there isn't - but we do have a pretty decent McDonald's"

We laughed the entire way to the fast food restaurant and I enjoyed the sensation of having her arm interlocked with mine as we walked.

She ordered two cheeseburgers, a medium box of fries, a big mac, and three mozzarella sticks.

I settled on a cheeseburger and some fries.

"You weren't lying when you said you were hungry," I laughed at her as she dug into all the food in front of her.

"It's a bit embarrassing but McDonald's is my guilty please!" she laughed while burying her face in her hands, "I never allow myself to eat it but I just can't help myself when I'm actually standing at the counter!"

"But it tastes like cardboard," I laughed, "I'm definitely more of a Taco-man!"

"Taco Man! There's your superhero name! And to be honest, it probably should be mine as well!" she laughed as she took a mozzarella stick in between her teeth, "I don't eat to live. I live to eat!"

I had never seen anyone eat a mozzarella stick that sensually and she probably wasn't even aware how sexy she was stuffing her face with fried food. Hell, I hadn't even been aware of how sexy it could be.

I told her about how I found it relieving when girls didn't feel like they should starve themselves. No one should deprive themselves of what they really want to eat. She listened intently to my words, twirling the mozzarella stick between her teeth, giving me the occasional glimpse of her pink tongue.
I was starting to get uncomfortable. The good kind of uncomfortable. But also the inappropriate kind. Especially at a McDonald's.

I could feel my breath becoming heavy, and was relieved when she finally decided to actually take a bite of the mozzarella stick instead of twirling it. She went back to looking beautifully innocent with a Big Mac in her hand.

When she was done eating, we cleaned up our table and went back into the cold night.

"Ready to go home?" I asked her, hoping that she would invite me with her.

"Yeah I'm ready," she looked at me through heavily hooded eye lids, "taxi?"

I nodded and five minutes later we were sitting in the back seat of a London cab.

"Address?" the driver asked us.

She looked at me with a nervous expression written across her face, "Yours?" she said, biting her lip, "Mine's up for renovation and it's a mess!"

I didn't even have to consider her proposition and gave the cab driver the address of the hotel. Josh probably wouldn't be home until much later. We had plenty of time.

Ivy and I sat in silence for a few minutes before I broke it, "I really had a great night with you."

"I had a great night too, Tyler," she put her small hand on my thigh, "I'm glad I found you again. I've spent quite some time regretting my flair for the dramatic at the end of our last rendevouz," she smiled, biting her lower lip gently.