The food is as delicious as it looks and before long we’ve cleared both plates.
“Dessert?” He offers, but I’m not sure I can eat another thing.
“I’m not sure. I’m pretty full after that,” I admit.
“Let’s look anyway. If there’s something you like we can always share it.” What is it with him and sharing food?
I scan the menu and see they have tiramisu which is my favourite so I suggest it and all he says is, “excellent choice!” He is smiling though so I assume he approves.
I look up and see the waiter is already there taking a mental note so he nods saying, “of course, and for the gentleman?”
“Could we get two spoons please?” He replies with a smile.
We finish the champagne while we wait and the minute we’ve drained our glasses the waiter returns with the dessert.
I dig in and try the first mouthful, it’s so sinfully good that before I can help it a moan passes my lips. I look up embarrassed, but Gabriel seems amused, he's smiling and raises an eyebrow.
“Good?” He enquires, there's a mock innocence in his voice.
“Heavenly,” I reply shyly.
We eat quietly, but I keep catching him watching me as I savour every mouthful, he's clearly enjoying the look of pleasure on my face. I don’t care though, this is the best dessert I’ve ever eaten, he's letting me eat most of it and I do happily. I love desserts and definitely have a sweet tooth.
Once we’ve finished, Gabriel pays the bill. I offer to contribute because I feel uncomfortable not doing, but he refuses and I’m relieved because that is probably a whole week’s pay for me.
As we step outside I notice it’s dark now and the lights look even more magical. The black Mercedes is waiting for us outside and the same driver opens the door for me as we approach. I climb inside and strap myself in as Gabriel joins me in the back. It's a nice car with leather seats and tinted windows and I feel quite important being driven around, it's not something I've ever experienced before apart from in a cab and that's very different.
As the car moves away, Gabriel moves closer, wrapping me in his huge arms and I feel those butterflies in the pit of my stomach again. He puts his nose on the top of my head and kisses me gently inhaling the scent of my shampoo.
“You smell so good baby,” he whispers huskily.
The butterflies dance inside me at the sound of him calling me 'baby' and I take a deep breath to calm them down.
I look up at him and I’m caught in those eyes again, they are like infinite pools of burnt gold, I can’t look away.
He threads his fingers through my hair and moves his hand down the side of my cheek to cup my face. He pulls me towards him and my eyes flutter closed as his lips gently brush mine. It’s barely even a kiss, but it sets my whole body on fire. He pauses and I can feel his breath on me, the suspense is killing me, why won't he just kiss me already?
I can't resist any longer so I initiate it, kissing him harder, my tongue licking into his mouth, tasting the dessert and champagne. I don’t care that the driver is just a few feet away, I need to kiss him and I do like my life depends on it. It escalates quickly and becomes even more passionate, I'm insatiable, going for more with each stroke. I wrap a hand around his neck to pull him in further and the other threads into his hair, pulling it slightly as I grip onto him. I'm totally absorbed in this kiss and my surroundings have disappeared, I've never kissed anyone like this before.
We are still kissing when I realise the car has stopped and we’re outside my house. I’m not ready to leave him yet and I’m feeling bold.
“Would you like to come inside?” I breathe heavily.
“Only if you are sure you want me to." He is equally breathless.
I don’t trust my voice anymore so before I lose my courage I look into his eyes and nod.