"Wanna get some pulled pork over at Stucky's?" I asked, climbing off the Harley. Lark blinked hard like she was about to say no, but wasn't sure how. "Do you not like barbecue?" I asked. "I do, but it's been really slow at the restaurant and I don't really have money to spend and..." Lark was sweaty and a hint of her eyeliner had smudged on the right side. Yet, she never looked more beautiful than when I realized she wanted me. No, she fucking needed me.. "Let's stop playing games," I said, reaching to wipe the smudge from her face. "This is a date and I'm paying." Before she might protest, I leaned down and kissed those lips I had craved since the reception. Lark lifted them to me, needing what I needed. The kiss was soft. Even wanting more, my lips left hers. They returned to suck softly at her bottom lip once more before relenting. When I stepped back, Lark shivered and gave me a little relieved smile. I knew how she felt. I'd been waiting to do that for weeks. "Let's go," I said, holding out my hand. Lark's smile grew and I nearly kissed her again. She looked lovely like a child on Christmas and I was what Santa left. A guy could get used to that look."