Page 85 of Don't Leave Me

“This is a pretty nice surprise,” I noted, suddenly shy, the butterflies in my belly going crazy.

“Oh, it’s not over yet,” he narrowed his eyes at me playfully.

My heart was already racing, my mind moving even faster, but this just made everything inside of me move 1,000 times faster:what is he doing?! The suspense is killing me! He’s such a tease!

I giggled as I shook my head, a stupid grin plastered on my face. “What are you up to, mister?”

His smile grew, his eyebrows raising. “You sure are impatient, aren’t you?” he teased.

The beautiful brunette server interrupted and set down two glasses of water in front of us with a smile.

“We’ll need another moment, thanks,” Michael nodded, completely dismissing her.

He let go of my hand and opened up his menu, looking down at it intently. I opened mine up and the words all ran together, my mind unable to focus on the words long enough to comprehend them. I quickly shut it and pushed it aside.

“What are you having?” Michael looked up at me curiously.

I shrugged. “A salad,” I answered with certainty; I couldn’t let him know that my preoccupied mind mind was getting so out of hand that I couldn’t even read.

He nodded, his constant amusement with me clear. “Which one?”

“The second one,” I pointed to the menu for some reason.

“Sounds appealing,” he remarked dryly with a smile.

I leaned over the table, ignoring his last statement. “Can I have a glass of wine? Just one?” I pleaded.

Michael sort of rolled his eyes at me as he sighed. “You’re not supposed to drink, Hana.”

“One glass of wine isnotgoing to hurt me, Michael,” I said nonchalantly, but quickly corrected myself. “Sir,” I straightened up.

He seemed to think about it for a moment, looking apprehensive as he stared at me intently. After what seemed like 8 years, he motioned his hand up to someone, I assumed the server as she was at our side only seconds later.

“We’ll have the chicory salad, the roasted salmon and two glasses of your finest Chardonnay,” he stated, handing her our menus.

“No problem, coming right up,” she smiled at him and I suddenly felt a pang of jealousy – it was not a nice feeling – but I quickly forgot about it once I glanced back at Michael.

“One glass,” he repeated, setting his hands on the table as he entwined his fingers together and leaned towards me a little.

“Yes. Thank you, sir!” I exclaimed, dizzy with my little persuasion.

Dinner went on with me giggling incessantly at Michael’s sarcastic jokes and he would watch me with amusement and delight, sipping gracefully on his wine while I gulped mine down like a sailor. I was beginning to think that my surprise was never going to come, but I had no problem with it; I was having an amazing night with my amazing boyfriend, and there was nothing else that could make the evening any better.

We walked hand in hand off the subway towardsourapartment (I was still giddy about the fact that it wasourapartment now) and I was almost bursting with excitement – just because. We walked into the apartment and with all of my adrenaline, I started to strip off my coat and jeans, ready to pounce on Michael already. He emerged from the bathroom and I was completely naked on the couch, sitting and holding my knees and smiling widely to myself.

“You continue to surprise me, Han,” he smiled, shrugging off his coat.

I shrugged nonchalantly. “I just want to please you, sir,” I raised an eyebrow playfully.

He watched me as he pulled his shirt off over his head and threw it on the ground, then got onto his knees in front of me and put his hands on top of my thighs. He opened up my legs and dropped them to the floor beside him and started to caress my thighs softly.

“Are you aware of just how beautiful you are, Hana?” he asked softly, eyeing my naked body up and down, stopping at my eyes.

“I’m starting to, thanks to you, sir,” I responded quietly and honestly, trying to keep still with my hands beside me.

Michael quickly smiled and brushed a strand of hair away from my face, then took both of his hands and scooted my ass to the edge of the couch. I watched him as he put his hand in his pocket and pulled something out, keeping his palm closed.

“I want you to wear this at all times, Hana, to specify that you are all mine,” he said sternly, then opened his palm that held out a silver band ring.

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