That One Selfish Wish
A week or so later
“Where are you taking me?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“Hmm, but I remember you telling Blake you wouldn’t impress me on our first date.”
“Did I?” Miles glanced at me with a smirk.
“Well, those were your words, not mine.”
“What did you expect, Florence, that I was going to play all my cards with you standing right behind the door?”
As I noticed a crowd of people forming quite far ahead of us, I slowed my walk. “What is this? Where are you taking me?”
“Just trust me, you’ll love it.” He gently squeezed my hand.
“Isn’t the first date about ‘getting to know her’ and ‘talking to her’?”
“Did you memorise the whole conversation, Florence?”
“Well, it’s not every day I learn how to woo a woman, especially when it comes to me,” I said with a chuckle. “What?” I suddenly paused. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Alright.” He paused, then cocked his eyebrow, contemplating. “A small hint won’t hurt, will it?”
“Oh, it absolutely won’t.”
Miles chewed on his lip then narrowed his gaze at me. “Hmm.”
“Oh my God! You are actually not going to say anything!?”
“The suspense is killing you; I can tell.”
“Du-uh!” I let out a dramatic sigh. “It certainly is.”
Miles pulled me closer, both hands cupping my face. “You are beautiful. Did I tell you today that you are beautiful?”
“You normally compliment my breasts.”
“They are beautiful too,” he murmured, glancing down my body, then he leaned in and gently pressed his lips against mine.
“Mmm.” A low hum followed as my eyes fluttered closed, his fingers running into my hair just as mine slowly snaked under his shirt.
“God,” he breathed against my skin. “We really should go, otherwise I’ll drag you back to my car and…” Miles cleared his throat, nodding ahead. “Let’s just say, this thing is way too good to miss.”
“Okay.” I inched away, my eyes finding his. “Then I want my hint.”
“Hmm, fine.” He grinned at me. “Imagine…” he began with a smirk, “that you have just one selfish wish—”
I paused. “Noooo?” My jaw nearly dropped.
“Yes,” he nodded at me.
“Noooo?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Miles? This is…” I froze, staring at him. “This is…”
“This is the exact reaction I was hoping for,” he smiled. “Now—” He offered me his hand. “—shall we?”
A bright beam bloomed on my face and, entwining our fingers together, I breathed, “Oh, Miles.”