Natasha Astrid’s Point of View
Months had passed, and I loved my life with Jacob. I was happy dating him. I didn't realize how fulfilling a no-label, but committed relationship could be.
“Do you like the food?” he asked me.
We were now in a private restaurant for our dinner date. There was no special occasion, but we were on a date anyway. Jacob always liked that.
“Yeah, the baby back ribs here are delicious, huh,” I praised, glancing around the restaurant.
The place was bright and quiet. The music from the vinyl record added a nice touch. Everything was calm and elegant.
“Do you want more?” he asked.
I shook my head and returned my gaze to my plate. I hadn't even finished yet, but he was already offering me more. Besides, I was on a diet, so I was not eating too much. I was trying
