Amie
The five course dinner was amazing. The atmosphere was stunning, and Finlay looked good enough to eat. He was ticking all the boxes I could wish from a date. The way he looked at me, like I was the centre of his world, had me longing for his mark. The conversation around the table was light, we were all in a good mood. Finlay had his hand resting on the back of my chair, his fingers lightly skimming my bare shoulder. His aunt was telling me a story from her first formal dinner back in their old pack. The band had started playing and the evening felt perfect. Both Finlay and I laughed at the punchline of Matilda’s story. Finlay leaned closer to me.
“Do you want to dance?” he asked. I smiled.
“I do, I have been looking forward to it,” I confessed. He returned my smile and got up. He
