AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I can’t resist the urge to get my hands on her gorgeous curves. I step forward and wrap her up in a tight hug, crushing the bouquet between us and loving the way she feels against me. “Fuck, babe. You look—wow—I’m trying not to drool.”
“You’re so silly,” she says, beaming at me. “And oh so handsome.” She places a sweet kiss on my lips and I’m ready to cancel this date and march her upstairs into bed. But she sets the flowers in a vase then runs off to grab her coat and purse, leaving me adjusting my pants at the front door.
Shit. I just know tonight will be an awesome night.
I flirt shamelessly with her the whole time as I drive her across the bridge into Honey Hill where the Waterfront Bar and Grill is located. It’s good that we’ll be eating in my hometown tonight. The chances of running into Liam over here are virtually nil.
On the drive, I’m toying with the hem of her dress, unable to keep my hand off of her sexy thigh. Tonight, she’s all bashful and full of nervous smiles.
I glance over at her and bite my bottom lip. “I feel the need to remind you that I’ve had your clit in my mouth. And I loved it. There’s nothing to be shy about now, okay?”
She throws her head against the headrest and laughs up at the sunroof. “Oh my god, Harry. Did you forget your filter at home tonight?” she tells me, smacking my own thigh.
Pulling to a stop at a red light, I glance her way. “From now on, you get me raw and unfiltered. You get the real me.” I grin at her.
She grins at me. “I like that. I like the real you.” She leans over and steals a quick kiss, instantly putting me in a daze. This girl effortlessly puts me under a spell.
“Green…” she whispers.
“What?” I’m still blinking the fog away from my eyes.
“It’s green. The light.”
I turn my attention back to the road. “Right. Green,” I murmur, pressing on the gas.
Nadia laces her fingers with mine for the rest of the drive. The restaurant doesn’t have a parking lot so we end up driving around the block a bit, looking for a spot on the street.
As we’re making the short walk back to the restaurant, I’m all over Nadia, looping an arm around her waist and dropping kisses on her neck. As much as I promised to stay on my best behavior, I’d much rather get her hot and make her blush. This woman is fucking sexy and she deserves to know that. I’ve made it my mission to never let her doubt how much she means to me, how much she turns me on, how much she satisfies every one of my fantasies.
The restaurant is romantic, overlooking the harbor. I hold every door open as we make our way inside. Well-dressed couples are everywhere, soft jazz is playing in the background, and burning candles—real ones, not the fake battery-powered ones—are decorating every table. This place is classy as fuck.
I encourage Nadia to pick out the bottle of wine, remembering my sister’s advice about treating her as my equal. We order and talk quietly, and I’m feeling pretty darn good about this venue. This place is an excellent choice. Perfect atmosphere. Great staff. Good food.
Nadia glances around. “You did good, Mr. Westbrook. You did good.”
I finally relax a bit. “I’d say so.” My eyes flit around. “Funny story—this was actually my dad’s reservation. He was planning to bring my mom here.”
Her brows collapse into a frown. “But your parents are divorced, no?”
I nod. “Precisely. Apparently, Dad’s trying to win her back now.”
“He is?” She smiles softly. “That’s beautiful.”
“Beautiful or crazy?”
“Maybe a little crazy. But not impossible.” Her head tilts to the side. “My parents divorced when I was a teenager. They reunited and got remarried just a few years ago.”
“Are you for real?” I ask, my forehead creasing with surprise.
With a slight nod, Nadia smiles. “Over the years, they tried to stay away from each other. They tried to move on and date other people. But ultimately, their connection was too strong. Now, they’re back together and happier than ever.”
“Wow.” I blink, speechless as I try to process what she’s telling me.
One corner of her mouth quirks ruefully. “Sometimes soulmates mess up the first time. Sometimes they need a second chance to get it right.”
“Did they get it right?” I ask. “Your parents.”
She nods confidently. “They definitely did.”
