MOONLIT CONFESSION
~NATHANIEL'S POV~
The underwater restaurant was everything the resort had promised – tables surrounded by floor-to-ceiling glass walls with tropical fish swimming past like living art. But I couldn't focus on the view or the five-star meal.
All I could see was Tessa.
She'd changed into a flowing white dress that made her look ethereal in the blue-tinted light. Her hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders, still slightly damp from our afternoon in the water, and when she smiled at something I said, my chest did that stupid fluttering thing again.
"This is incredible," she said, watching a sea turtle glide past our table. "It's like dining in an aquarium."
"Without the screaming children and sticky floors," I agreed, making her laugh.
"You don't like children?"
