Page 28 of Michael's Awakening
Chapter Eleven
Gabriel
When I got nervous or excited, I blabbed. A lot. And seeing as I was both a little nervous, and extremely excited, I’m sure Michael was ready to put a muzzle on me. He and I talked a lot. I asked him a lot of questions, which he answered in a rather reserved way. But he still answered them, and that was a great start.
Just like the last time I saw him, Michael did crazy things to my head. He treated me like I’ve never been treated. For one thing, the restaurant he took me to was way too fancy. I mean, fancy was my life, and I considered myself at home with all things extravagant and glamorous. But a man had never gone out of his way to do anything special for me. Not like Michael.
When I finally reached the point where I couldn’t eat another bite, I put down my fork and dabbed at my face with my napkin before setting it down on the almost-empty plate.
“I think I’m going to die. I’m so stuffed,” I groaned.
“So, no room for dessert then?” Michael smirked and caused my dick to jerk.
Oh, I can definitely think of a dessert that would be perfect.I kept that to myself, though.
“Can I get you two anything else? Some more wine, perhaps?” Jackson, our waiter, asked as he stood by our table.
For about the millionth time that night, I wanted to ask him if he had grown up in Mulberry, Arkansas. There was only one other time I had ever heard the name Jackson before and it was when the rumors about the gay boy at school were circulating all over town. He was the boy who had been kicked out of his parents’ house and no one ever knew what had become of him. If this waiter was him, it would mean that Jackson was okay.
I wasn’t sure why I cared so much, but I did. I loved happily ever afters.
“No, we are fine. Just the check, please,” Michael answered him without taking his gaze off of me.
Jackson turned and left to get our check, and I glanced around the restaurant. Michael and I were the last ones there, aside from the staff. We had been there for hours talking and enjoying each other’s company and time had flown by in a flash.
I didn’t want the night to end yet.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to get my half of the bill?” I mentally calculated the amount of money I had in my purse. Maybe it would be enough.
“No.” His answer was automatic. “I invited you to dinner, so I pay.”
“How did you even know I’d come? You already had the reservation made before I agreed.”
“I had faith you would.” His dark green eyes were intense as they watched me. “Since Saturday, I have done nothing but think about you and I hoped I had that same effect on you, too.”
“You have,” I admitted.
“Here you go. I’ll be back in a minute to collect it. I hope you two have a great night.” Jackson placed the check on the table and walked off.
I tilted my head to try and see how much the cost was, but Michael snatched it up before I could see.
Smooth move there, Mr. Sexy.
After he paid and left a tip on the table, we got up and walked out to his car.
For some reason, I was feeling nervous again. There were so many thoughts running through my head that I didn’t know how to sort them all out.
Should I invite Michael inside once we got to my house? Would he stay the night this time? Did I want him to?
The night air chilled my skin so I pulled my jacket tighter against me and took a deep breath. I really needed to clear my head. Michael opened the door for me, like he always did, and shut it once I was inside. He slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine, and I couldn’t control myself anymore. With all of those emotions bubbling inside of me, I needed to express the one that was the most intense.
Lunging at him before he took the car out of park, I grabbed his head and began kissing him. He inhaled a sharp breath and froze, and his lips were unmoving against mine. Opening my eyes, I saw he looked shocked, and I instantly felt stupid.
Rejection.
My heart raced and heat began to creep into my cheeks. When I started to pull away, Michael clutched onto my jacket and gently brought my mouth back to his. He swirled his tongue slowly along my bottom lip, causing a shudder to go throughout my body. Careful not to get my shoe caught in the steering wheel, I straddled his waist without breaking our lip-lock and started rolling my hips in tiny circles against the rapidly forming bulge in his pants.
He groaned, and his hands moved from my jacket and down to my ass as our mouths moved against each other in an unhurried rhythm.
