“Nope,” he said a beat too late, picking up the horrifically enhanced buffalo bite, and Leah did the same, holding it out to him.
“Cheers,” she said, tapping hers to Jake’s, and then they both popped them into their mouths.
For the first few seconds, they chewed in silence, but then it started.
Jake’s face turned beet red as he began to chew faster in an attempt to get it over with, and Leah pressed her fingertips to her lips, blinking rapidly as her eyes began to tear.
Danny brought his hand to the back of her neck, rubbing gently as he leaned toward her ear. “You can drink. I won’t let him make you go in there.”
She shook her head. “I’m good,” she managed hoarsely, and then she closed her eyes and swallowed hard.
Across the table, Jake was banging his fist against the side of the booth, his eyes clamped shut as he tried to force himself to swallow.
“Woo!” Leah exhaled, her eyes watering heavily as she reached for the spoon in front of her, and then she leaned across the table, dragging it along the mound of sour cream on the top of Tommy’s nachos.
Danny watched her bring the spoon to her lips, licking the excess sour cream off the sides before she put the spoon in her mouth, sucking on it like she was eating a lollipop. She slowly pulled it from her lips, turning the spoon around and dragging her tongue up the back of it to remove every last drop before she placed it back on the table.
Holy. Fuck.
He glanced across the table to see if the others had been watching her—if they were reacting to what she had just done—but Jake had both fists clamped in front of his eyes, breathing like he was about to give birth, and Tommy had his head thrown back against the booth, laughing hysterically.
He turned back to see Leah staring up at him. Her face was flushed and her eyes were still glassy, but she certainly wasn’t feeling Jake’s pain.
“What?” she asked softly, and Danny stared at her, saying nothing. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
He opened his mouth but closed it before he could formulate a response, and the corner of her mouth lifted.
“Are you kidding me?” she said through her smile.
“What?”
“Did that just turn you on?”
“What? No! No…I didn’t…I was just…”
Her smile grew more pronounced, and Danny dropped his head, exhaling a breathy laugh.
“Really? Hot sauce?”
“No,” he said softly. “That thing you just did with the spoon.”
Leah smirked. “Ah,” she said with a nod. “Well, that was one of the most awful things I’ve ever experienced, so I’m glad to hear it at least looked sexy.”
He laughed, lifting his eyes to hers, and she smiled, reaching up and running her thumb over his cheek.
“He’s out!” Tommy yelled. “Done!”
Leah and Danny whipped their heads in Tommy’s direction to see Jake with his head thrown back, chugging a glass of water so quickly that two streams were running out of the corners of his mouth and down his chin.
“No, no!” Leah laughed. “Not water!”
“Fuck,” Jake said as he slammed the glass down on the table with tears pouring down his face. “What are you, superhuman? I’m on fucking fire!” he wailed, reaching for Leah’s water.
She grabbed his wrist, stopping him. “Not water,” she said through her laughter. “Here.” She grabbed his spoon and scooped up a heap of sour cream, handing it to him.
Danny watched Jake shove it in his mouth with a groan, and suddenly spoons and sour cream became a lot less erotic.
“Fuck,” he mumbled around the spoon. “Fuck, that’s better.” He pulled it out of his mouth and took another scoop of it before shoveling it back in.
After one more spoonful, Jake wiped his eyes on his sleeve and looked at Leah. “How did you know that would work?”
“You’re never supposed to use water if you eat something spicy. Capsaicin is the chemical that burns in spicy foods, and the only thing that disengages it is the chemical casein. You can find it in most dairy products, like milk, or yogurt. Or sour cream,” she said with a smile. “But there’s nothing in water. It just spreads the oils around your mouth and makes it worse.”
The entire table stared at her.
“Are you some kind of evil genius?” Jake asked, and Danny laughed before looking down at Leah. He loved that she was smart—in fact, it was one of the things that turned him on the most about her—but when she used that intelligence to shut Jake down?
It was one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen.
“So that’s what you did? You ate sour cream right after?” Jake asked, and Leah shrugged.
“You said no drinking. You didn’t say anything about sour cream.”
Tommy burst out laughing before he said, “Holy shit, she is an evil genius! I fucking love this girl!”
Leah laughed, resting her head on Danny’s shoulder, and he put his arm around her again.
Me too, he thought, rubbing his hand up and down her arm as she played with the hem of his shirt.
As Danny turned into Leah’s apartment complex, she gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “Thanks for inviting me out tonight. I had a lot of fun.”
He smiled. “It wouldn’t have been half as fun without you there, so thank you. Hearing Jake scream like a girl inside that game was the best birthday present anyone could have ever given me.”
Leah covered her mouth, laughing at the memory. After Jake lost the bet, the four of them walked over to Dark Escape 4D so Jake could pay up, and the shrieks and squeals coming out of the booth had all three of them leaning on one another for support while they cracked up. Her stomach muscles still felt sore from it.
In fact, she couldn’t remember the last time she laughed as much as she did tonight. She and Danny had played a game of Nothing But Net, where they went head-to-head with each other to see who could make the most baskets before the clock ran out, and they spent more time trying to distract each other from shooting than they did trying to make their own baskets.
Then there was the Skee-Ball incident; Leah had tried to show Danny how to flick his wrist so he could get the high score every time, and he ended up accidentally flinging the ball into the lane two down from them and scaring the hell out of the teenager playing there.
And when the four of them played Dance Dance Revolution against one another, Leah thought she might pee her pants from laughing so hard.
She loved his friends. And she loved spending time with him. She loved flirting with him and touching him and talking to him and being with him.
She loved the way he rubbed the back of her neck whenever he thought she was uneasy. She loved how he smiled at her when he didn’t think she could see him.
And she loved that, despite the palpable sexual tension between them, he had been a perfect gentleman all night.
Danny pulled the car into an empty space in front of her apartment, and before he could say anything, Leah turned to him.
“Do you want to come in for a little while?”
He turned to look at her. “Um…yeah. Okay.”
“Okay,” she said before undoing her seat belt, and Danny cut the engine as she exited the car.
They walked up the path to her door in silence, and once they were inside, Leah took his coat, hanging it beside hers in the closet. She closed her eyes, taking a small, steadying breath before she righted her expression and turned to face him. He was standing by the door, his hands shoved in his pockets.
“So,” he said, rolling up on the balls of his feet.
“So.”
His eyes met hers, and the way he was looking at her made her want to pin him up against the door.
Instead, she cleared her throat and said, “I have something for you.”
“You do?”
She nodded. “Don’t get excited though. It’s not a big deal. Actually, it’s kind of silly.”