I take a moment to watch her and I feel nostalgic. For as long as I’ve known her, Ellis has done this wiggly little dance when she is enjoying her food and seeing it again now calms me. A lot has changed since then, but some things never do. In her core she is the girl she has always been. The woman I’ve always loved. Then she moans.

Her noise breaks my chain of thought. I feel heat rushing to my crotch as she throws her head back and moans around a mouthful of chicken satay. At first I assume it is an innocent, involuntary noise – but when she brings her head forward she locks her eyes with mine before her lips tilt into a smirk.

“Ellis?” I ask it like a question but I mean it like a warning.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, trying to bite back her smile but I see it all over her face.

“Stop moaning.” I don’t sound convincing even to my ears, but I have to try.

“I thought you liked my moans.” The innocent act might kill me, her eyes are wide and she is pouting slightly. A perfectly practised face that she knows brings me to my knees.

“Ellis,” I growl. But she stands up and walks to my side of the table before nudging my legs apart to stand between them. She rests her hands around my neck, playing with my hair.

“Come on, Liam.” She leans down until our faces are only a few inches apart.

“I’ve told you, I don’t want to be the person you use to scratch an itch,” I tell her. Even though I mean it, I find myself resting my hands on her hips gripping onto her with all of my strength.

“What if I want more than that?” She scratches lightly at my scalp and if my cock wasn’t hard before, the pinch of her nails against my head makes it want to burst through the zipper of my jeans.

“That’s your second trimester horniness talking.” I am trying to put space between us and I see a flicker of something cross her face before she unloops her hands from my neck.

“If you don’t want this, tell me.” She sighs, and even though two seconds ago I wanted her to stop, I grip her hips tighter so she can’t walk away.

“That’s not fair, you know I want you Ellis,” I tell her.

“So you want me, and I want you.” Her hands come back up but settle on my jaw this time, scratching against my five o’clock shadow.