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his throat. "I'm really proud of you, Bridget. You're the most remarkable person I've ever known."
They aren't words you expect to hear when you have a forkful of food in your mouth. I cough slightly, hoping that the piece of lettuce that just slid down my throat whole won't choke me. I chew quickly, wanting to say something about how touching his words are but the moment is lost when the waiter returns with our entrees.
Dane blows out a puff of air between his lips as soon as we're alone again. "You're really important to me. You're becoming really important to me."
I fumble with my hands, knowing that they're simply a physical reflection of what I'm feeling inside. I want to abandon the dinner and go back to my apartment. I want to crawl into his lap and kiss him until I can't tell if the breath I taste is mine or his. I want to say things that are there inside of my heart, but my mind is keeping them under lock and key.
"I know you hate the Maisy stuff." He hangs his head down. "I hate the fucking Maisy stuff."
I can't make the emotional leap from hearing him tell me that I'm important to talking about the woman he was about to propose to when we met. "Don’t talk about her."
"I know it tears you up inside." He shakes his shoulders. "I don't know exactly what you feel but I see the pain in your face when I bring her up."
I reach for my napkin so I can cover my quivering hands in my lap. "I just want that part of your life to be over."
"I need it to be done." He rakes his hand through his hair. "I'm going to take care of it this week. If I have to give her the house, I will."
I can't respond. There's nothing I can say that will offer anything that even remotely conveys what I'm feeling inside.
"I want to build a future with you, Bridget. I want that more than anything."
I move my lips to tell him that I want it too but he's still talking.
"I won't rush you into anything, but I've never felt the way I do when I'm with you. I'll do whatever it takes to show you that my past is in my past."
I look down at my untouched dinner. "Can you take me home? I just want to go home."
He doesn't hesitate before he's on his feet. He rifles through his wallet, throws some bills on the table and takes me by the hand.
Chapter 19
We roll over the mattress entangled in each other's clothing. I'd tried to pull off my clothes but he'd had me on the bed before I had a chance to undo the zipper on my jeans. Now, his hands are desperately clawing at the t-shirt I'm wearing while I work to pull the bulky sweater he has on, over his head.
He finally stills for a moment. "Let me undress you. I want to see you."
I should point out that it's hard to distinguish anything in my bedroom. The window coverings in my new place do the job they're intended to do. I can't see any of the light from the surrounding buildings or the street. It's dark and when I fell asleep last night, I'd relished in the calm that came with the darkness and also the muted street noise.
I pull on his hands but he slides quickly off the bed to turn on the small light on the nightstand. It may have been designed for reading but anyone who hoped to do that, would struggle to make out the words. It's dim and right now, it's throwing off a romantic tone that is perfect.
I lay still as he slowly removes each article of my clothing. He stops when the only thing I have on is a pair of panties. His hands trace a path over my stomach and hip bones before they come to rest on the sides of the black lace. "I tell you all the time that you're beautiful."
I reach up to grab hold of his broad shoulders. I want to kiss him. I need to feel my mouth on his. "Kiss me."
He leans down without any hesitation and kisses me deeply, his tongue licking its way into my mouth. "I love kissing you, Bridget."
I pull him close, wanting to taste his lips again. I moan into the depth of his kiss. I weave my fingers through his hair and he groans softly into my mouth.
He lowers
They aren't words you expect to hear when you have a forkful of food in your mouth. I cough slightly, hoping that the piece of lettuce that just slid down my throat whole won't choke me. I chew quickly, wanting to say something about how touching his words are but the moment is lost when the waiter returns with our entrees.
Dane blows out a puff of air between his lips as soon as we're alone again. "You're really important to me. You're becoming really important to me."
I fumble with my hands, knowing that they're simply a physical reflection of what I'm feeling inside. I want to abandon the dinner and go back to my apartment. I want to crawl into his lap and kiss him until I can't tell if the breath I taste is mine or his. I want to say things that are there inside of my heart, but my mind is keeping them under lock and key.
"I know you hate the Maisy stuff." He hangs his head down. "I hate the fucking Maisy stuff."
I can't make the emotional leap from hearing him tell me that I'm important to talking about the woman he was about to propose to when we met. "Don’t talk about her."
"I know it tears you up inside." He shakes his shoulders. "I don't know exactly what you feel but I see the pain in your face when I bring her up."
I reach for my napkin so I can cover my quivering hands in my lap. "I just want that part of your life to be over."
"I need it to be done." He rakes his hand through his hair. "I'm going to take care of it this week. If I have to give her the house, I will."
I can't respond. There's nothing I can say that will offer anything that even remotely conveys what I'm feeling inside.
"I want to build a future with you, Bridget. I want that more than anything."
I move my lips to tell him that I want it too but he's still talking.
"I won't rush you into anything, but I've never felt the way I do when I'm with you. I'll do whatever it takes to show you that my past is in my past."
I look down at my untouched dinner. "Can you take me home? I just want to go home."
He doesn't hesitate before he's on his feet. He rifles through his wallet, throws some bills on the table and takes me by the hand.
Chapter 19
We roll over the mattress entangled in each other's clothing. I'd tried to pull off my clothes but he'd had me on the bed before I had a chance to undo the zipper on my jeans. Now, his hands are desperately clawing at the t-shirt I'm wearing while I work to pull the bulky sweater he has on, over his head.
He finally stills for a moment. "Let me undress you. I want to see you."
I should point out that it's hard to distinguish anything in my bedroom. The window coverings in my new place do the job they're intended to do. I can't see any of the light from the surrounding buildings or the street. It's dark and when I fell asleep last night, I'd relished in the calm that came with the darkness and also the muted street noise.
I pull on his hands but he slides quickly off the bed to turn on the small light on the nightstand. It may have been designed for reading but anyone who hoped to do that, would struggle to make out the words. It's dim and right now, it's throwing off a romantic tone that is perfect.
I lay still as he slowly removes each article of my clothing. He stops when the only thing I have on is a pair of panties. His hands trace a path over my stomach and hip bones before they come to rest on the sides of the black lace. "I tell you all the time that you're beautiful."
I reach up to grab hold of his broad shoulders. I want to kiss him. I need to feel my mouth on his. "Kiss me."
He leans down without any hesitation and kisses me deeply, his tongue licking its way into my mouth. "I love kissing you, Bridget."
I pull him close, wanting to taste his lips again. I moan into the depth of his kiss. I weave my fingers through his hair and he groans softly into my mouth.
He lowers
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