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She pulls back with a satisfied smile on her face. I’m not satisfied, though. That something else is sparking up again, and I’m not sure how I feel about it. Our dinners are excellent, and we agree we would stick with our own choices in the future.
The server comes over to ask if we want anything else.
“Dessert?”
Mira shakes her head, saying she’s stuffed, but urges me to go ahead.
“The Skylights are coming up. If you’d like a dessert out on the deck, we can do that.”
I quickly order my favorite confection. Mira asks for two spoons.
“I thought you were stuffed.”
I get up from my seat and step aside to let her through.
“I am, I just want a taste. Something sweet after dinner, you know?”
The restaurant is emptying out with everyone trying to get outside first to get the best seat. By the time we get out to the deck, there are only single chairs left. I insist Mira take one, and I sit on the large armrest.
When dessert comes, she has one bite, then comes back for another. I don’t really mind, but I fake wrestle her for her spoon. When I can’t – well, I pretend I can’t – get it from her, I pick her up and sit back down in the chair with her in my lap.
She doesn’t resist. When the Skylights start to come up, a hush falls over the crowd. I’ve never fully understood the allure, but now I think I might.
Mira has her arm wrapped around my shoulders. Her weight on me is comfortable, like a blanket. I can smell her hair, her skin, and the last bit of cocoa in the dish she’s holding.
With all of that to absorb, you’d think I wouldn’t notice the Skylights at all. But I do. The sky shimmers, waves of colors undulating back and forth. Seeing them with Mira here, holding her like I am, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
People start getting up and leaving as soon as the brightest of the colors start to fade. I don’t move. I’d kind of like to stay here, in this spot, in this feeling. Forever.
“I think it’s over.”
Her voice is barely a whisper. I act before I know what I’m doing.
My lips cover hers. I feel her stiffen up in my arms. But then she softens up, pressing harder against me. My hands slide up into her soft, wonderful hair. I pull my lips apart and hers follow mine.
I want to taste her. I want it more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life. I inch my tongue slowly, and then freeze when I feel the telltale flare of heat up my spine.
She’s your fated mate, you moron.
It isn’t entirely surprising. A little voice in my head has been considering the possibility ever since I ran into her for the first time and couldn’t get her out of my head. I kept telling myself that it couldn’t be, but now, kissing her, I can’t deny it anymore.
But I don’t know what to do about it. I should be jumping for joy, but it feels more like a death sentence.
I look at Mira. She looks away, then slides off my lap.
“Mira –”
“I should go.”
Her sudden standoffishness makes me wonder if she felt it, too. Do humans even know about fated mates? I’m not sure.
She gets up and takes a few steps before turning back.
“Thanks for dinner.”
Then she’s gone.
Thanks for dinner? Are you fucking kidding me?
