"Our faces might break, and we can't have that." She sipped her own wine, making a contented noise in the back of her throat. His eyes on her made her blush faintly, and she tried not to be so obvious about it. She should have felt guilty, and part of her did. She also knew it was only going to get worse after telling Marcus exactly what had happened. Oh, yes, remember the guy I slept with to see if I liked you? He crawled under my skin and I couldn't really shake him. It seemed a flimsy excuse at best, even though it was the truth.
Once her salad had arrived, she picked at it daintily, trying to enjoy the situation as well as the flavors. Though she was waiting for him to gloat. He'd done so the first time they'd had sex, and she'd figured he was going to even more now that they were trying to date. After a few bites of chicken she leaned forward, smirking. "So, aren't you going to say 'I told you so'?"