If you had asked me a year ago where my life would have taken me, I assure you I would never have said somewhere in the UK, sitting under a huge oak tree with an incredibly sexy British man resting his head on my lap.
No. Not by a long shot.
"You know," I murmured as I played with his hair, watching the moonlight dance across his features, "I always thought dates were supposed to involve fancy restaurants or overpriced movie popcorn." I shot him a playful grin, though my heart swelled with something far deeper than playfulness.
Nicholas' chest rumbled with laughter, the sound reverberating through me. "I'm sorry to disappoint," he smirked, "but I'd rather have you all to myself."
His eyes flicked up to meet mine as his hands rose, gently framing my face. My hair tumbled over his face,
