Before I can get any further into my interrogations, the waiter comes back. I blush a little, as Damian is still holding my hand and actually keeps kissing it shamelessly. He sends me playful looks, amused by my reactions. I feel embarrassed, but the waiter doesn’t say a word and takes away our empty plates.
Once he is gone, I click my tongue and try to take my hand away. Of course, he won’t let go so easily.
“Stop it…” I mumble shyly.
But Damian ignores me, and instead gets up, leading me to do the same. He puts a hand on my waist, and puts my hand he was holding onto his chest. I smile and wrap my fingers around his neck, brushing the baseline of his hair. He slowly starts dancing, small steps that I can easily follow.
For a while, we don’t say a word. I let him lead our lit
