Nathanael
Baxter looks up at me with big eyes, and it takes everything in me to tear myself away from the fantasy that is building in my head because of it. “You haven’t even finished your main course. What about dessert?”
Instead of driving my hand into his hair and taking advantage of him being already in the perfect position to get him onto his knees, I gesture at a waiter to bring me a chair. As soon as I sit down at their table, I can observe Brad's obnoxious grin disappear.
“I’ll take what he is having,” I say nonchalantly, pointing to Baxter’s plate.
He is still watching me with his big eyes, and I can’t help but notice that he seems quite strange.
I can’t decipher his look, and what bugs me more is that he has closed his mind towards me once again, as I can’t hear his thou
