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Chapter 7

Have you ever been in a situation where you don't know when,What or how to talk? Most people would have run by now but not me. Ethan freaking knight is kneeling beside me stroking my cheek while all I could do is pretend to sleep, with my eyes closed….tight. 

It was awkward, let me rephrase that. I wanted to sneeze but Would I get caught? Do humans sneeze while they are asleep? 

I don't even know…..

"Miss Fox" I felt a small nudge, and that is my cue to yawn and sit up, feigning sleepy might I add. 

When I blinked my sleep away, I was shocked! My small heart isn't ready for the side in front of me.

Ethan knight in white t-shirt and Denim jacket. My eyes are freaking blessed and just like that I knew this date was worth it. 

Staring-Winter starts now. 

"Oh,Thank God,you are awake, I was starting to think you were tired and was planning to let you just sleep"

Thank God, you didn't. 

"Are you ready? We can just go another day if you're tired" he said, staring at my eyes. 

Let me swim in your eye-

"Winter?"

"Sorry, I was lost in my thought

Something about swimming…

"So, Ethan, Are you backing away from the date?" I tilt my head to see him staring at me with some emotion, I don't dare dwell on it. 

My heart leaps. 

Songs echoing in my ear. 

"Maybe we should head out" he steps away from our close proximity, I was thankful for that. I don't trust myself when all I could think about is - Will our lips touch if I lean in? 

"Yeah,we should" what is wrong with me? My throat goes dry like I'm in a desert in search of some mummy. 

"Come on" he stretched his slender hands out for me to take. Without wasting another second(because I loathe wasting time) I took it and almost gasped at how hard and warm his palms were. I don't miss the way it fits perfectly, or I might just be imagining. 

"This way" he doesn't let go of my hand(not that I'm complaining) we walk out of his front door and soon we are away from his place. Ethan and I strolled down the street, in the chilly night, on our feet, with our hands clasped. 

Isn't this paradise? 

"I hope you don't mind walking

I don't, but my feet do. 

"Yeah, I don't. It's refreshing to be out here" the winds picked up and blew my hair left and hair hitting Ethan's chest. 

"It really does, Since you live here,I was hoping you'll take us to your favourite diner" he says with a slight smile.

Our hands are still entwined.  

The last thought causes a slight smile to my face, I can't believe we are holding hands before dinner. Things escalate quickly which I don't mind. What if he and I kissed by the time we had dinner? 

My God!

"So, Winter,Tell me about yourself" he grazed the back of my hand lightly with his thumb. 

I felt sparks, I wish he wouldn't stop doing that. 

"What do you want to know?" my voice sounded like a whisper. He stopped walking abruptly and turned to face me.

Silence. 

More silence 

I waited for him to talk but he just kept on staring. I'm starting to think he regretted asking me out tonight or there was something on my face. I hope there wasn't any drool, I tend to have that after a sleep. But I was sleep faking before, what an assurance. 

"Everything" he says finally. I let out a breath unknowingly. The wind picked up, and my hair falled in my face. Ethan tucked my hair behind my ears, I felt something at the moment. 

It was something I have never felt before and that sucks. 

I blame for his hotness. Nobody had this effect on me. 

"I-I like vanilla" I choke out, Ethan smiled at me warmly. 

My eyes have been blessed. 

"Hm hmmm "

"And.. I like any music except for those rap songs that makes your ears bleed.Piper like those songs" 

"Piper?" he cocked his eyebrow. 

"Yeah,my older sister" Ethan hummed at my word. 

"What about you?" I asked genuinely curious. "Aside from the part that you are a billionaire and you love to work.What do you like to do on weekends?" 

Ethan suddenly let go of my hand. 

I wish he hadn't. 

"I like to go on a date like tonight" I was glad it was night or else he would have thought of me as sweet potato. 

Apart from the fact that he likes to go on dates, I try not to think of him going on dates with some other women but it is hard not to. He put those images in my head. 

I regretted asking him. 

Fifteen minutes later, We found ourselves dining at the town's famous Italian restaurant. Ethan made me order Bruschetta with some  expensive wine. The garlic cheesy and spicy dish with Tomato topping looks too beautiful to be chewed at. 

But I was hungry, the dish was twice as beautiful when it entered my mouth. Ethan shares the same satisfaction with me when it comes to food. 

I love it. 

The night dragged on with lots of laughing along with Wine and Tiramisu for dessert. It was the perfect dinner for a date. 

I love it, I seem to say that a lot tonight, but good food makes me love things or people. 

When it was time for us to leave, I was tempted to visit the kitchen and squeeze the life out of the chef. My mouth has been blessed. 

Thank you Jesus. 

"I'm glad you look excited" Ethan pointed out, My smile grew wider at his word. 

Of course, I'm everything after the moan-worthy,deli-cious, dinner.  

I'm ready to conquer the world with Tiramisu... 

"I enjoy tonight" 

Tiramisu suddenly disappeared at the sound of Ethan's serious tone. I wasn't ready to retire tonight, I wasn't trying to be dramatic but I sure as hell feel like Cinderella and my time is up. 

Bye,Tiramisu. 

"Me too" for the first time in my life,I feel it. 

The heart race. 

The sparks when his thumb grazed my skin. 

The desire to kiss his lips. 

I feel it.

But I was scared I felt for the wrong person. 

Maybe it was the Tiramisu. I don't like whatever I'm feeling yet I want it all at the same time. 

I'm not ready to say goodbye,Dear Tiramisu. 

"So,I guess we are here" Ethan and I face each other standing on my front porch. 

Why is my home super near? Or Are we floating for the last few minutes? I don't remember walking. 

I thought I saw my mom staring from the window or it might be a bird. I can't be too sure. 

I look towards my home. My hand is still in his. Why does it fit so perfectly? Does he feel the same? I want to know. 

"Thanks for tonight" I smiled at him. He smiled back. 

And boy! It does a lot to my heart. 

Damn ,Tiramisu. 

We stare longer, our hands clasped together. I wasn't ready to let it go. He's so addictive (like a coffee) 

Somewhere,or somehow, Our face leans in. I stood on my tiptoes. 

Ethan cupped my cheek, seconds later....

It happens!