Page 103 of Savage Hearts

She bit her lip but didn’t say anything.

“It’s true, you know,” I added.

“What is?”

“You look pretty today.”

“Oh…” She pulled back slightly, and I let my hand drop, placing it back on her thigh. “Thank you.”

I held in the urge to smile. “You’re welcome.”

She waved her hand, indicating the restaurant. “This is nice.”

“Nice,” I said, letting the word coat over my tongue. “Sure. It’s nice.”

She frowned. “Don’t you agree?”

I nodded. “Yeah. It’s nice.”

She gifted me with a small smile and fuck me if I didn’t feel like I had won the lottery or some shit.

The server came back with a basket of bread and two glasses of red wine.

I placed one in front of Mila. She didn’t take a sip.

“Isn’t it a little early to be drinking?” she asked me once the server left.

I shrugged. “Do you really care about that?”

I sipped my wine, savoring the taste a bit before I swallowed. I was acutely aware of Mila’s gaze on me.

She didn’t answer me. Instead, she brought the glass up to her lips and sipped delicately.

I felt a small stirring in my dick.

Fuck.

How could everything she did affect me like this?

“Good?” I asked, my voice rough.

She nodded. “Yeah. I don’t drink all that often.”

I grinned. I figured as much. There was a bunch of shit she didn’t do often. Some she didn’t want me to know. She behaved as if a lot of the experiences we shared were entirely new. Hell, she’d even seemed surprised about the date.

Though I hadn’t really considered this one, her eyes when I said it made me want to fucking plan dates for her every day of the week.

“Drink up,” I said in reply.

She obediently took another sip.

“Tell me about your first date,” I said when she put the glass down.

I could see she hadn’t expected the question.

I was surprised too.

The last thing I wanted to hear about was Mila with some other bastard. But her experiences made her into this girl I had become wholly fascinated by. I wanted to know more about her.

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