Page 25 of Melt His Heart

On second thought, please don’t.

“Maybe we’ll get Korean next time too.” He laughs a little.

“Yeah…that sounds nice, I miss home,” I say.

“Aww, now I really wish I asked…” He pinches his brows together.

“No..Carson, it’s ok! This is amazing!”

“Ok, next time though. I’ll take you to my family’s favorite spot.” He smiles softly. He’s already thinking about a next time? There’s something special about him wanting to take me somewhere he goes with his family. God, what am I thinking about right now?

“Yeah, sounds perfect,” I say quietly.

“Do you have any siblings?” I ask.

“Yeah, a younger sister, her name is Sara. She’s annoying as all hell, but she’s my little gremlin.” He smiles.

“That’s sweet.” I chuckle.

I used to wonder how different things would be if I had a sibling.

“What about you?” Carson says, tilting his head.

“I don’t have any. I know my mom wanted more, but she had difficulties having me.” I smile, faintly. The thought of seeing my mom sad throughout the years because of this hurts. I always hoped I was enough for her.

“Sorry to hear that, must’ve been hard on her.”

“Yeah…But I think it made us even closer. We always did everything together, with my dad too. He likes to garden…” I say. Carson smiles, his eyes fixed on me as I ramble.

“Sorry, I’m talking so much,” I say, biting my lip.

“No, no, you’re fine. Tell me…” Carson starts.

But the waiter comes back with our glasses of wine, and I realize we’ve been so engrossed with each other that I haven’t really looked at the menu. He places the glass of red wine down in front of me and the white with Carson.

“Are you gentlemen ready to order?” He asks, pulling out his notepad.

“Oh..I’m..” I stammer.

“We’ll take another minute, please,” Carson tells him, and he gives him a small nod and walks away.

“You’re the best cause I definitely don’t know what I want yet.” I chuckle.

“The best? You say that to all your dates?” Carson teases.

“Well, no, because I’ve never been on a date. I still haven’t.”

He looks very taken aback by what I just said, tilting his head to the side.

“What do you mean you’ve never been on a date? By the way, friends can date.” He says, and I’m definitely going crazy lately because I feel like there was a tone in the way he said ‘friends can date’.

“I just mean I’ve never been on one.” I deadpan.

“That’s kind of hard to believe.” Carson chuckles, picking up the menu and scanning it again.

“And why’s that? Because I’m almost twenty-four?” I scoff.

“No…” He laughs.