Page 85 of Interference
“Can’t complain. I had class, then I went home and did some homework before getting ready for tonight.”
He hums as he looks over at me quickly before looking back at the road. “You look gorgeous. I can’t remember if I told you that or not.”
“You did. So, where are we going?”
“I made dinner reservations. Then I figured afterward we could go to a movie, or we could go back to my place and watch something there, depending on how you feel. Does that sound okay?”
Not only did he take the time to make reservations, but he also came up with a backup plan.
I love him.
Seriously, could he be any more perfect if he tried?
If he knew I thought that, he would probably take it as a challenge.
“Actually, that sounds perfect. It’s almost as if you know me or something.”
Brett smirks. “I’ve only had a couple of years to plan this. Not a big deal or anything.”
“There you go with the sweet talk again,” I say, trying to hide my smile.
We pull up to the restaurant.
“Don’t open your door, please,” he tacks on like it’s an afterthought as he gets out.
He comes around to my side of the car and opens the door.
“My lady,” he jokes, holding out his hand.
“Thank you, kind sir.”
Brett chuckles as I place my hand in his and get out.
“Are you ready for this?” he asks as he locks his car.
“I am. You?”
“I’ve been ready for this.”
He pushes my hair away from my face before he leans down and kisses me slowly. He takes his time as he explores my mouth, and only when we are both breathless does he pull away.
“Come on, let’s go have our first date. Our first of many.”
Seriously, how did I resist him for so long? How did I miss what was right in front of me all along?
I can tell you one thing, I can see him clearly now, and I like what I see.
“Thank you,” we tell the server as they walk away after taking our order.
Emery rests her chin in her palm as her elbow rests on the table. Something that would drive my family crazy for the lack of manners, but I love it.
She looks around the restaurant with a critical eye. We’re in a booth with a featured rock wall behind us. There are lights along the back of the bench, giving off a soft glow that almost makes her look like she has a halo.
She looks like an angel.
“I can feel you staring.” she murmurs.
“I can’t help it. You take my breath away.”
