Malia
Ty came to a stop in front of a small old-fashioned diner with a big sign that said “Al’s Diner” in neon red letters. He let my hips slide down his back gently, until my feet were on the ground once again. “You okay?” He asked, turning to me and I smiled.
“Yeah,” I took his hand as we walked in together. He led us over to a booth and pulled me in beside him, leaving the other seat empty.
“Um, I could sit over there,” I giggled, gesturing towards the empty seat.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he rolled his eyes at me, but I wasn't about to argue. I love being this close to him, with my thigh brushing against his under the table. The waitress came over and set two glasses of water and some menus on the table.
“What’s good here?”, I asked as Ty opened a single menu in front of us. He wra
