And if you feel like night is falling
I wanna be the one you're calling
Her acceptance of his intensity allowed him to relax, smiling crookedly as her hand touched against his knee. He laughed at her cutthroat view of the world, admiring that she seemed to care so little about those who would offer judgment. "Right you are," he agreed, raising his wine glass in a silent cheers.I wanna be the one you're calling
He wasn't expecting his touch to elicit such a strong reaction, and for a brief second, he froze, desire stirring low in his belly. He might have lingered, exploring her reaction further, but it is just their first date, and she was still talking - a little breathlessly, but still. With some reluctance, he withdrew, but his eyes stayed keenly on her face, his arousal clear in his eyes.
Shaking his head to clear it, he laughed. "So you are full of surprises," he teased, referencing their conversation at the beach. "Beautiful and dangerous." Which he'd known already, but it was something else to put it into words - especially given that it was accompanied by a flare of pride. That someone like her could have an interest in someone like him - it was mind-boggling, really.
Her fear was indeed similar to his, but different, too, and a sudden surge of protectiveness made him want to take her in his arms and shield her from it. How someone like her could possibly be alone defied all logic, but he supposed that losing one's children would do that to a person. Her reserved smile, so different from the freer expressions from earlier in the evening, makes him want to cheer her, so as he considered his next question, he tried to veer towards something simpler.
"What's your favorite color?"
'Cause I believe that you could lead the way
George
