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Fucking hell.
“Do I look okay?” she asked, smoothing down the skirt of her dress. She was wearing a cream dress that came to mid-thigh and it had shiny gemstones glittered all over it. Her legs were bare but were looking shiny as fuck and she was standing there in a pair of cream heels.
“Beautiful,” I choked out.
She gave me a beaming smile when I said that and I loved that I could make her look at me like that.
“You look really beautiful.” I slid my hands into my jean pockets, unable to stop staring at her. “Are you ready to go?” I asked.
“Yeah.” She nodded her head before taking her coat from Emma. She quickly slipped it on and grabbed her clutch purse before she walked over and held her hand out for mine. “I’m ready.”
“See you later, guys.” I gave Emma and Paul a two-fingered salute before I led her out the door and down the block.
“So, where are you taking me?” she asked. She swung our arms from side to side and she looked so relaxed.
“Not far.” I looked down at her shoes as we walked further toward our destination. “I’m afraid to take you too far. Especially in those ridiculous heels.”
She laughed. “I can probably walk further in these heels than a pair of sneakers,” she bragged.
“Uh . . .” I looked down at her disbelievingly. “You think so?” I asked.
“I know so.” She giggled at me and she looked so confident in her assessment. “I spend enough of my day in heels at work.”
“True.” I nodded my head up ahead to indicate where we were going. The Mocka Lounge was just up ahead. It was primarily a cocktail bar but it also had a small dancefloor. I couldn’t see her being able to dance in those heels but I guess we’d see.
I led her into the bar and grabbed a table for us. I smiled when she immediately removed her coat and reached for my hand across the table.
“This is nice,” she complimented.
It was a little quiet in here tonight, which I was happy about. On the weekend, this place was usually overcrowded but during the week, it made sense that it quieted down. Tables were lit up with a candle on each table and soft jazz music played out from the speakers.
A waitress arrived at our table and we quickly ordered drinks; a pint of cider for me and a strawberry daiquiri. They soon came and it was just us again.
“I’m a little surprised that you brought me somewhere so . . .” She paused and it looked like she was searching for the right word. A wicked smile came on her face before she continued. “So romantic, I guess.” She played with the stem of her glass and it made me think of her hands someplace else. “I didn’t realize that manwhores knew there was such a thing as romance.” She was mocking me now.
I rolled my eyes at her before I reached for my pint and took a gulp.
“I can be romantic,” I bragged.
She raised her eyebrows at me and I knew that she thought I was trying to pull one over on her. In other words, she thought that I was lying.
“No, really.” I shook my head at her before continuing. “I can be romantic. I just . . .” I shrugged my shoulders, not seeing our date go down such a serious path. “I have just never been with anyone that I found it worth the effort to be romantic with.”
“Wow. That sounded really romantic.” Her words sounded cold but she grinned at me to show that she was joking. “So, am I different, Jack? Am I worth your effort?”
“I’ve had a crush on you since high school.” I grinned at her, secretly loving the way her gaze was on me. “Every time that I saw you, I’d try and build the courage to ask you out but I . . .” I stopped talking, not really sure how to word it.
“But you what?” she asked. She stroked her fingers across the back of my hand.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered. I could tell that my words had confused her by the look of confusion on her face. “You’ve always been beautiful, Faith. Now. Back then. I was just some geeky teenage boy and you were . . .” I blew out a breath. “You were the beautiful girl that I would never get a chance with.”
“That was so long ago,” she muttered. She stared at me for a moment before a short laugh escaped her. “Whenever you would come near me, I would get so nervous.” A beautiful blush stained her cheeks and I was desperate to know what embarrassed her.
“Nervous?” I asked, stupidly repeating her words back to her. “About what?”
What the hell did she have to be nervous about?
“Because . . .” She looked up at me from beneath her eyelashes and the action made her look so damn fucking sexy. “Because I wanted you to ask me out.”
