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see Mr. and Mrs. Getty coming towards us with two servers following behind them. Each of them enters the room with a plate full of food in hand. As soon as I smell the food, my stomach growls a little.
Nate’s watching my reaction as I take in all the food being set on the table. We don’t waste time, and we dig in immediately. He looks up at me through his thick eyelashes, but he doesn’t say anything. He looks back down at his food and smiles to himself.
Curious about what he’s thinking, I ask, “What? What were you going to say just then?”
He looks back up at me and puts his fork down. He briefly clears his throat, leaning in toward me. I’m curious as to where this is going, so I lean in as well. He’s still not speaking, and I’m getting anxious for his response.
I smile and whisper quickly, “What?”
His smile fades. His eyes are burning through mine. They are so hypnotizing sometimes. His dark copper-brown hair falls just above his eyes.
“Dance with me?”
I look away from him and stare down at my plate. “Um, I’m not very good at—”
Nate reaches across the table and puts his hand on top of mine. Instantly, I feel the warm, familiar energy course from him through me. His touch pulls my eyes back to him like a magnet.
Nate’s eyes are pleading. A soft smile dances across his lips.
Ugh, those lips.
“Jes, it’s a date. Dance with me.”
His hand intertwines with mine. I pull the napkin from my lap, and we both stand. He leads me to the middle of the room. I don’t have to look toward the kitchen to know that Mr. and Mrs. Getty have just left the open doorway to give us privacy. I hear the music change to something soft, romantic, and seductive—right on cue, thanks to Mr. and Mrs. Getty.
Nate pulls me to him gently, placing one hand to hold mine while wrapping the other around my waist.
I look up at him, smile, and move my eyes toward the kitchen doorway. “This is very sweet of them.”
Nate softly says, “It’s perfect.”
I close my eyes and lean my head on his shoulder. Nate lets go of my hand, encircling both arms around my waist, and pulls me closer. My heart jumps from his embrace, and my legs weaken a little.
He whispers into my hair. “You alright?”
I breathe slowly and close my eyes. “Yes. I’m…yes.”
Nate lightly chuckles. “You’re yes?”
I regain my composure and inch back to look at him, smiling sarcastically. “I’m fine.”
Not wanting to let this moment slip away, I close my eyes and lean my head on his shoulder again. I relax immediately in his arms, like I’m melting into him. His hands move along my spine, and his arms tighten around me, pulling me as close to him as possible.
He whispers in my ear, “You are so beautiful, Jesca.”
Warmth builds within me. I whisper back, “Thank you.”
As the song comes to an end, I lift my head from his shoulder, and he moves his head back to look at me. I run my hand up his back to the nape of his neck. Nate lets go of my waist, and I feel his hands on my jaw and cheeks. His lips softly touch mine, and instantly, the kiss deepens, becoming desperate between us.
I sense someone enter the room, and I quickly stop the kiss. Leaning my hands and forehead against his chest, I feel his heart pounding. Nate rests his head on top of mine, trying to steady himself as well.
Mr. Getty clears his throat. “Are you two ready for dessert?”
I know I’m breathing rapidly, and I can feel Nate release a long, slow breath before he answers.
“Thank you, Mr. Getty, but I think we’ll pass. Ms. Olivia made us dessert to take home today.”
Mr. Getty sighs. “Very well. Ms. Olivia is an amazing baker.”
Just as I try to pull away from Nate, he grabs hold of my hands on his chest, keeping me from budging any farther. I turn my focus to Mr. Getty, and then I notice Mrs. Getty leaning against the doorway. I clear my throat, feeling a little exposed from our embrace.
Mrs. Getty eyes both of us, and then
Nate’s watching my reaction as I take in all the food being set on the table. We don’t waste time, and we dig in immediately. He looks up at me through his thick eyelashes, but he doesn’t say anything. He looks back down at his food and smiles to himself.
Curious about what he’s thinking, I ask, “What? What were you going to say just then?”
He looks back up at me and puts his fork down. He briefly clears his throat, leaning in toward me. I’m curious as to where this is going, so I lean in as well. He’s still not speaking, and I’m getting anxious for his response.
I smile and whisper quickly, “What?”
His smile fades. His eyes are burning through mine. They are so hypnotizing sometimes. His dark copper-brown hair falls just above his eyes.
“Dance with me?”
I look away from him and stare down at my plate. “Um, I’m not very good at—”
Nate reaches across the table and puts his hand on top of mine. Instantly, I feel the warm, familiar energy course from him through me. His touch pulls my eyes back to him like a magnet.
Nate’s eyes are pleading. A soft smile dances across his lips.
Ugh, those lips.
“Jes, it’s a date. Dance with me.”
His hand intertwines with mine. I pull the napkin from my lap, and we both stand. He leads me to the middle of the room. I don’t have to look toward the kitchen to know that Mr. and Mrs. Getty have just left the open doorway to give us privacy. I hear the music change to something soft, romantic, and seductive—right on cue, thanks to Mr. and Mrs. Getty.
Nate pulls me to him gently, placing one hand to hold mine while wrapping the other around my waist.
I look up at him, smile, and move my eyes toward the kitchen doorway. “This is very sweet of them.”
Nate softly says, “It’s perfect.”
I close my eyes and lean my head on his shoulder. Nate lets go of my hand, encircling both arms around my waist, and pulls me closer. My heart jumps from his embrace, and my legs weaken a little.
He whispers into my hair. “You alright?”
I breathe slowly and close my eyes. “Yes. I’m…yes.”
Nate lightly chuckles. “You’re yes?”
I regain my composure and inch back to look at him, smiling sarcastically. “I’m fine.”
Not wanting to let this moment slip away, I close my eyes and lean my head on his shoulder again. I relax immediately in his arms, like I’m melting into him. His hands move along my spine, and his arms tighten around me, pulling me as close to him as possible.
He whispers in my ear, “You are so beautiful, Jesca.”
Warmth builds within me. I whisper back, “Thank you.”
As the song comes to an end, I lift my head from his shoulder, and he moves his head back to look at me. I run my hand up his back to the nape of his neck. Nate lets go of my waist, and I feel his hands on my jaw and cheeks. His lips softly touch mine, and instantly, the kiss deepens, becoming desperate between us.
I sense someone enter the room, and I quickly stop the kiss. Leaning my hands and forehead against his chest, I feel his heart pounding. Nate rests his head on top of mine, trying to steady himself as well.
Mr. Getty clears his throat. “Are you two ready for dessert?”
I know I’m breathing rapidly, and I can feel Nate release a long, slow breath before he answers.
“Thank you, Mr. Getty, but I think we’ll pass. Ms. Olivia made us dessert to take home today.”
Mr. Getty sighs. “Very well. Ms. Olivia is an amazing baker.”
Just as I try to pull away from Nate, he grabs hold of my hands on his chest, keeping me from budging any farther. I turn my focus to Mr. Getty, and then I notice Mrs. Getty leaning against the doorway. I clear my throat, feeling a little exposed from our embrace.
Mrs. Getty eyes both of us, and then
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