Page 28 of Heart Match

He takes a sip of his drink and watches me with heat in his eyes. He doesn’t say a word, he watches me running my hand through my hair, studying me or searching for some answers I can’t give him right now, because even I don’t know them. His silence makes me want to talk.

‘What?’ I say self-conscious of the way he’s staring.

He shakes his head. ‘Nothing, just thinking of how you make me feel,’ he says it as he plays with his wristbands.

‘And how do I make you feel?’ I’m so curious right now to know where this conversation is going.

‘Confused, but certain all the same.’

Oh.

‘Elaborate.’

‘I can’t. I don’t even understand it myself,’ he says.

I don’t either.

He’s so focused staring he doesn’t blink. We keep our eyes locked.

‘You make me lose my focus on everything else but you.’

Oh God.

I cross my legs even tighter, but it’s pointless, I can’t control my attraction for Luc. No table, legs, food, glasses, waiters or anything can keep me from wanting him. That’s why my words betray me.

‘Do I drive you crazy then?’

‘Something like that,’ his voice comes out hoarse, and I feel sparks running from my stomach down to my core. It’s like the adrenaline of a free fall.

God.

I wish I had a glass of rosé to drink all at once right at this moment. No, tequila shots would be best—a quicker effect.

We stare until I give up. I smile the kind of smile that gives away how the other person makes you feel. Staring at him makes me want to crawl out of my skin. I think he drives me crazy too.

‘Favourite colour,’ I say.

‘White. Yours?’

‘Pink.’

‘Favourite drink? Oh, let me guess, rosé,’ Luc says.

‘Yes,’ I chuckle. ‘Yours?’

‘Champagne.’

‘Ooohhh fancy,’ I tease.

‘Do I have another choice coming from a family who owns a champagne house?’ he says.

‘I wouldn’t complain if I were you,’ I say.

‘Who’s complaining?’ He smirks.

‘Favourite place?’ I ask

‘The beach. Anywhere. Yours?’

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