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"Oh, well, thank you."
"You're welcome. So you want to travel the world?"
"Yeah, I do. What about you? What are your dreams and goals?"
"My dreams and goals? Well, I want to have the most successful law firm in The City."
"You guys are practically there already,” I say.
"We are." He nods. "We're not number one yet, but if things keep going as they are, we will be."
"Is that really your only dream now?" I push, surprised. "To be successful at work?"
He stares at me for a couple of seconds. “Not really. When I was younger, I used to want to be in a rock band."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah. To be clear this was when I was like fourteen years old and I thought I had an inkling of talent."
"You're telling me you're not talented?” She feigns shock. “I thought you were the second coming of Mick Jagger.”
"I'm telling you that I don't think I would've been the front man for a successful rock band."
"You're good looking enough to be the lead singer of a rock band," I say, checking out his handsome face. "Though, I guess you're more suited to being the lead in a film."
"You think I’m good looking?"
"You're all right," I say. "I mean, you have got the most mesmerizing blue eyes." I stare at him for a few seconds. "Like when people say they could swim in someone's eyes, I never really got it, but as I stare into your eyes, whoa. I feel like I'm in the Maldives or something just staring into the blue water."
"Really?" he says. "Thank you. I never expected such a compliment from you."
"Don't get used to it or anything. I'm just saying that you got nice eyes."
"Thank you," he says. "And you do as well."
"Thanks." I blink and then I blush, biting down on my pizza again. "I wonder if the chef is from Italy," I ponder, changing the subject because I'm feeling slightly uncomfortable.
The mood has shifted slightly. Staring into his eyes has made my heart start racing and my stomach is churning with butterflies and my skin feels hot. I don't want my skin to feel hot. My finger is still burning from when I touched his lips and I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to feel his body pressed against mine. I wanted to smell him. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair. I wanted to feel him pressed against me.
I’m on fire and suddenly, I understand what he'd meant earlier. Suddenly, I understand what it is to have chemistry, to have passion with someone, to just want to feel their naked skin against yours without thinking about anything else.
I don't care about his intentions for our future. I don't care about whether he sees me as a woman he could marry or have a long-term relationship with. I just want to extinguish this fire. I just want to touch and taste and be consumed by him, and it’s something I've never felt before. I can feel my face going red as I stare down at his strong hands; hands I can feel pressed against my skin, massaging me, touching me, teasing me, taunting me, making me feel things that I haven't felt in a really long time.
"What are you thinking about, Skye?" he whispers in a low voice and I blink as I gaze up at him.
“You really want to know what I’m thinking about? What if it’s something you don’t want to know about?”
"Well, you've just been staring at me and your face is getting redder and redder and I was just wondering what you were thinking about."
"It must be the wine," I say quickly. "Wine always makes my face go red, you know?"
"Oh," he says. "It's not something that's on your mind?"
"What could possibly be on my mind that would make my face go red?"
"I don't know. I mean, maybe you're thinking about?—"
"I'm certainly not thinking about your hands or your lips on me. I'm certainly not thinking about how..." I pause, realizing that I've said way too much.
