The day following the night Samantha and Christian went to the exhibit, Christian offered to take Samantha out for lunch. Last night kept him awake with his thoughts, deliberating whether what he would be doing could lead him to ruins—or if Samantha would accept him and see the bigger picture of what he was about to tell her. He held her hand hours ago but it still felt like it happened recently. Her hands were soft on his and the way she leaned her head on his shoulder gave him a different yet pleasant feeling on his stomach.
Samantha wore a light pink dress that accentuated her body. He couldn’t deny she looked beautiful on her dress, and even if she was a size bigger than what the media fed him regarding about women’s sizes, it didn’t matter because it was what the inside that counted.
