OMG how excited am I that Matt and Bryn are here at Book Angel Booktopia to share their ideal date night *SWOON*
Matt: So hmmm…the ideal date night with Bryn. This could get interesting. Do I need to watch what I say?
Bryn: *slugs Matt in the arm* What? Are you going to suggest something X-rated?
Matt: *rubs his arm* Maybe? And damn woman, can you throw a punch.
Bryn: You big baby. Okay, the perfect date night with Matt would include him dressed in a suit because have you seen him in a suit? Oh my. If he’s wearing a suit, then I need to wear a pretty dress with my highest heels because I know he likes my legs.
Matt: I do. I like everything about you.
Bryn: Aw. *leans in for a kiss* He would take me out to dinner, at a very small, very intimate restaurant that not many people know about but they have the best food ever. There would be wine and candlelight and flirtatious banter and delicious food and lots of staring at each other from across the table. My hands would itch to touch him and finally I’d reach out and caress his hand, entwine our fingers…
Matt: Bryn. Baby. You need to slow down because this is making me kind of hot.
Bryn: *rolls eyes* It doesn’t take much, you know. Anyway, finally we’d leave the restaurant and after a few long, slow kisses in the parking lot leaning against the car, he’d finally take me back home, drag me into the bedroom and then…
Bryn: The door shuts because I’m not about to go into detail over what happens next.
Matt: Damn. You’re no fun.
Bryn: Since you’re the one who asked if you should watch what you say, go for it. Leave nothing to the imagination.
Bryn: *shrugs* Sure, why not?
Matt: All righty then. I’ve been given permission. I like Bryn’s suggestion, going out to dinner but her idea is too formal. With my version, I’d wear jeans and a T-shirt and she’d wear little denim shorts and a shirt that scoops low in the front.
Bryn: Oh my God, you big pervert.
Matt: Hey. This is my ideal date. So we’d go to a burger joint and order the messiest burgers you’ve ever seen and a big plate of fries, plus a pitcher of beer. I’d get her a little buzzed because she’s damn cute when she’s drunk. Then I’d challenge her to play some pool. She’s pretty good at it. But my real motive is to watch her bend over the table in those short shorts. Or if I’m standing across from her, so I can catch a look down her shirt.
Bryn: You really are a pervert.
Matt: I’m a pervert for you. I have no shame. Okay, so I let her win the pool game because she’ll jump up and down and everything bounces real nice. Catch my drift? Then after a few long, slow kisses out in the parking lot, I’ll push her into the car and race home. I’ll drag her into the bedroom and peel off that low-cut shirt, then her too short shorts…
Bryn: And then?
Matt: *grins* And then I’ll slam the door shut because what goes on between us is our business.
Bryn: You big tease. *smiles and leans in to kiss her man*
Matt: That’s what you like best about me, right?