Peyton's Point of View
Throughout the whole of dinner, I could not tear my eyes away from my mate.
She looked amazing, she smelt devine and she exuded a confidence that I never dreamed she possessed. I was so proud to be the man sitting next to her. I kept my arm around the back of her chair, so that it lightly rested against her shoulder. My reasoning was, if I touched her any more than that, I would end up slinging her over my shoulder cave man style and locking us in my room for the whole of eternity.
When the girls, and by girls I mean Erin, decided that it was time to rearrange the seating plan, I was in despair. I wanted to keep Amelia as close to me as was physically possible.
But I knew that was way beyond selfish. Amelia had never known or interacted with any femal wo
