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“Yes,” I said and placed a lingering kiss on his lips, leaving a smudge of my lipstick and to think, I was hoping to keep my makeup intact.
I’ve been on a few dates, but this one left me completely speechless. I was in awe at his charms.
“Why are we in the middle of nowhere?” I asked while eating my chicken salad.
“We’re this far because of you,” he said, in a rather harsh tone. Ouch. Before I could manage to say a word in response, he continued speaking. “You’re the reason I do everything these days. It’s driving me mad. Getting jealous was never a part of who I was. I don’t envy anyone. But all of a sudden, you swooped in, and all I can think about is hurting the next male who walks close to you. All I do is breathe you. I’ve never lost control over myself. I don’t ever plan dates. I’m not romantic, but for you, the moon would be delivered at your feet if you asked. I’ve never been that way with anyone. So yes, we’re this far because of you. You want us private, so I gave you a space where the only persons here are us. You’re free to breathe, speak, and act. It’s all because of you.”
I thought I was going to pass out.
My heart rate sped up. Was it possible to get a heart attack from just listening to someone? I felt my entire body shift, and my heart sank. The lines, “All I do is breathe you. I’ve never lost control over myself. I don’t ever plan dates. I’m not romantic, but for you, the moon will be delivered at your feet.” The tears welled in my eyes, but I quickly held them back.
Now’s not the time. Get yourself together, Azzaria.
Nothing I could ever say would be sufficient enough to counter that strong argument he had, so we now sat, facing each other in utter silence.
“Dillon, I—”
“You don’t need to respond. I just needed to say that. I needed to let you know that my head is no longer mine because you have captivated it.
“You don’t need to worry about any other guys. I’m here with you,” I said, my tone soft and smooth.
“I do trust you; however, this is hardly dinner chatter. Tell me my two daily things about you; we didn’t do it today.”
My gaze upon him deepened, almost like I was losing my mind.
“I either eat a lot or not at all, and I’m good at gymnastics.”
“That explains your performance in bed. It’s immaculate. I should give your gymnastics teacher a gift,” he laughed.
My eyes bulged, and heat rushed through my body.
My cheeks flushed, but not from embarrassment.
“There’s nothing immaculate about the things we do in bed, but moving on, what are your two things.”
“Contrary to popular belief, I do, in fact, have friends, and I color-code my journal entries. Whenever I’m writing on good topics, I use light blue, and when I’m talking about bad topics, I use a darker blue.” What? Color-code? He surprised me more and more everyday.
“You’re a softy at heart. No one can tell me otherwise,” I exclaimed.
“Shhh, don’t let people know that.”
“Who are your friends?”
“Well, there’s Bryce, Arnoldo, Mikkel, Lucio, Ronan, and Alexander.”
“Tell me how you met them.”
“Bryce, Ronan, Lucio, and I grew up together. Mikkel, Arnoldo, and I went to the same college and shared a dorm,” he shared a reminiscent and hearty chuckle. He was happy to talk about this, and I was happy that he was sharing it with me. “Lucio and Ronan are twins, and they’re Italian. We have joint ventures here in the US and over in Europe too, and Alexander is Mara’s husband. We’ve bonded, and we paint together whenever he’s not busy.”
The “asshole” Dillon Xander isn’t an asshole, at least not behind closed doors.
A permanent smile was placed on my face while I sat down listening to him speak excitedly and eagerly about his friends and even sharing some college stories.
“Ronan seems charming,” I expressed.
He tightened his grip on the fork and stared me dead in the eyes. “Yeah, you’re never meeting him.”
“You’re too jealous for your own good, Mr. Xander.”
