Chapter 3: The Waitress

Leonardo Ricci's POV

I was blinking a few times as she was smiling at me. She gave me her hand as she wanted to help me to get up. I was blinking a few more times before I stood up on my own.

"Thank you," I said as I was brushing my pants that covered the road. She amused with me as she put her hands on her hips.

Tiny, waist.

Flare hips.

God, my mouth watered.

I cleared my throat as I was concentrating on her face. She was arching her eyebrow at me. She was amused by my reaction when she caught me staring at her. I should be going but my feet were still on the road.

"Do you want to come in?" She asked. Damn. Even her sweet voice was angelic. I could not say no to it even if I wanted to.

"That would be lovely, actually," What the fuck? Why do I have to say yes?