Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Kin

Ami was true to her words; in fact, she took less than ten minutes to get ready. I didn’t even have to wait in the lobby, for Ami insisted that she’d change in the bathroom and I should just stay in our room. ‘Our room’. Man, it sounded so cosy and wonderful, especially when our room meant it belonged to Amidala and me.

The moment Ami stepped out of the bathroom, I was robbed of my speech. The sight of her in that dress was stunning. I presumed that the casual red summer dress she donned was a lightweight fabric, cotton layered with chiffon. It has a plunging neckline and thin shoulder straps, revealing her creamy shoulders, and my eyes couldn’t help but fell on the most delicious cleavage I’ve ever had the pleasure of setting my sights on.

“Do I look okay?” Ami asked as she twirled.

I was still gawking at her, then swallowed my saliva before I started drooling.

“Yes, breathtaking…” That was the best I could come up with.

I vowed Ami would never need any makeup her entire life as her blush adorned her delicate face. Her sultry sexiness caused her to glimmer, and I could’ve sworn her whole body was actually glowing in pink hues.

“Are you gonna use the bathroom now?” Ami asked in a small voice as she broke my trance.

“Yeah, just give me a minute, all right,” I averted my face so as not to look like a lovesick puppy.

As I was heading to the bathroom, Ami turned around to walk towards the balcony, and that’s when I saw her dress was backless. F**k! How am I going to control the burgeoning tool in my pants throughout the night? I am seriously no saint…

I had made reservations for two at the ‘Salt of the Earth’, a restaurant that offered cuisine inspired by local farm-to-table ingredients. I was told they prepare delicious seasonal meals using a fusion of classic and modern cooking techniques paired with world-class finger lakes hand-crafted wine and beer.

The moment we stepped into the restaurant, heads swivelled, and the male species, young and old, were eyeballing Ami. It had never occurred to her how desirable she looked, and I suddenly had this deep-seated animosity against the people around us. I wished there was nobody else except the two of us in that restaurant. I then turned to the usher and requested a more secluded corner for us. To my relief, the table at the corner looking over the lake was vacant. So I took Ami’s hand in mine and led her to our table, and I’d made sure Ami was seated at an angle away from prying eyes. Tonight, she’s all mine and solely for my eyes only.

After the waiter had taken our orders, my gaze was hooked on Ami, and I couldn’t divert it even if I wanted to. She smiled at me, shaking her head and said, “I wish you would stop staring at me, Kin.”

“You don’t even realise how beautiful you look, do you?” I muttered.

She chuckled softly and said, “Oh, you should see me in full makeup then.”

“Uh-uh, no way. Please don’t ever try to put any. You’re exquisite just the way you are,” I whispered close to her ear.

More pink tints from her. Gosh, she was so alluring that had me thinking, does every part of her turn pink like that each time she blushes? My imagination was running wild at the thought of her delectable innocence. I have never, ever, fantasised about myself with any other woman in my entire life, so why now? Why Amidala?

“You’re spacing out, Anakin,” Ami murmured close to my face. In truth, I wasn’t spacing out, but my eyes were fastened onto her luscious red lips, causing me to envision what possible deeds she would be able to do with it.

Since Amidala was in acceptance of every single thing that I have on my mind, I might as well be forthright with her. No point in beating around the bush.

“I was just looking at your plump, kissable lips,” I stared at Ami lustfully.

“You are not gonna stop, are you?” she retaliated. I could see the tinge of red creeping up from her neck to her cheeks.

I chuckled deeply without taking my eyes off her and said, “I have every intention of making you blush the whole night.”

“Let’s talk, then,” Ami said matter-of-factly, trying to avert my attention towards making insightful, valuable conversations. I leaned forward with my arms on the table, trying to get my face closer to her, ensuring it was only me she was concentrating on.

“There was a new hair salon opened near my place back in my hometown recently that I decided to pay a visit and got my hair trimmed. And, I had an interesting conversation with the young owner of that salon,” Ami impelled animatedly.

“Young, you say? Did you ask her how old she was?” I probed.

“I never make it a habit of asking people their age, but when I said young, she didn’t look any older than twenty years of age. But, she had this certain way of communicating with her customers,” she enunciated slowly.

“She must have started working at a very young age to be able to own a salon at twenty,” I added.

“I believe so too. And, after talking to her for a while, anybody would think this young woman was highly educated and smart. But, you know, in reality, she did not even finish her college education simply because, according to her, studying beyond high school was not necessary,” Ami continued.