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“I’ll be around if you need anything,” he says, bleeding into the shadows once more.
Mia looks down at her plate. “This looks delicious.”
“It does,” I agree.
I requested steak, a lobster tail, asparagus, and a loaded baked potato.
“I didn’t realize how hungry I was. I forgot to eat lunch,” she admits.
“Why didn’t you?” I question, cutting into my steak.
“Well, I worked at the sub shop and by the time I got home I was so focused on getting ready I didn’t think to eat.”
“Eat up then. You’re going to need your energy.”
“For what?” she asks coyly.
“All the things I have planned to do to you later.”
“Sounds promising.”
“It’s not a promise, baby. It’s a fucking vow.”
I swear she eats a little faster.
When our meal is done, and the plates are cleared away I stand and offer her my hand.
She looks at me speculatively. “What now?”
“Take my hand and you’ll see.”
She slips her pale hand in mine, and I haul her up into my arms.
“Tom,” I call out to the staff member as I guide Mia over to where I want her. It’s at the end of the green house, with the glass walls overlooking the city. “Now,” I say as the night sky lights up with fireworks.
The music begins to play, and I bow before her—I might have a flare for the dramatics.
“Will this beautiful lady accept my offer to dance?”
“I might be inclined,” she says, and I can hear the smile in her voice as I raise up.
I place my hand at her waist, clasp her hand in my other one, and begin to ballroom dance.
She gasps. “I didn’t know you could dance like this.”
“I couldn’t. I watched a bunch of YouTube videos when I had time. I still can’t tell you what dance this is, but I think it’s a waltz or some shit. But hey, at least I can do it.”
She shakes her head. “And the fireworks—is that you too?”
“Nope, but I knew they were going off in the park for the early Christmas festivities and I timed it just right. But the song, it’s only for you, baby,” I whisper the last in her ear.
She quiets then, listening to the song.
“It’s the song you wrote for me, but it’s…”
“Acoustic,” I tell her. “I slowed it down, made it raw, more … real. And yes, baby, before you ask that is me on the guitar. I’m a man ofmanytalents” I smirk at her.
She shakes her head, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of my neck. “I can’t believe you did all this for me.”
