Page 97 of Law Of Love

The thought of Freya not wanting me anymore… fuck. It was enough to send me to my knees. I’d do anything for her. I’d carry the world's weight on my shoulders if it meant she could live carefree for the rest of her life. I owed that to her—at least.

I reached the restaurant quickly. I’d offered to pick Freya up, but she’d insisted that she wanted to drive herself, and I wasn’t going to argue with her.

“Hi,” she said with a slightly tense smile once she spotted me, looking me up and down. Fuck, she smelled like vanilla. It made my mouth water. “You’re wearing a shirt." She took a deep breath.

I shrugged, smirking. “I’ve got to look my best for the most important date of my life.”

My comment caused her to roll her eyes, and the waiter showed us to our table. I’d specifically requested ahead of time that we be seated in a corner—away from everyone else. Freya struggled to relax in big crowds, and I didn’t want her stressing.

“You look beautiful,” I told her, releasing a content sigh. She’d pulled her hair back into a fancy-looking bun—a hairstyle I’d never seen her do before—and it caused my heart to falter.

A soft blush coated her cheeks. “Thank you. You look—“

“Like shit, I know.” I chuckled. Being without my girl had an extreme effect on me. I was aware I wasn’t glowing.

She shook her head. “You could never look like shit.”

Our food came quickly, and Freya ordered a glass of wine to help her relax. She’d asked for the cheap stuff, but all it took was a slight nod from me for the waiter to understand that I wanted her to be served the best wine they had. The cost didn’t matter.

“What’s your favourite colour?” Freya suddenly asked me, and I released a chuckle, causing her to shrug, a smile gracing her gloss-covered lips. “We’re on a date—as you called it—so I assume we should ask each other date-like questions.”

“Alright, my favourite colour…” I hummed, smirking. “Let me see your eyes quickly.”

Freya scowled at me, shaking her head. “Kaleb.”

“Okay, it’s blue-green. Kind of like a turquoise colour, but less vibrant. Yours?” I already knew it. Purple.

“Lilac. It reminds me of spring, and it's a pretty colour to use in artwork.” She popped a piece of calamari into her mouth.

“Okay, favourite holiday?”

“Thanksgiving.”

I nodded. “I don’t have one.”

Freya arched an eyebrow. “There isn’t one you like? Not even Christmas?”

“I had to spend Christmas without you, so it left a sour taste in my mouth.”

At the mention of my mouth, Freya’s eyes flickered down to my lips, and I allowed them to curl up into a slight smile. “What’s your biggest dream?”

My question seemed to jolt Freya from her daydream, and she blinked, attempting to bring herself back to reality. She clicked her tongue in thought. “Umm… ever since I was little, I've always wanted to visit the Louvre. There’s just something about it. I feel my life won’t be complete without visiting it at least once.”

A chuckle escaped, remembering how Ty had expressed that Freya’s talent would get her artwork in the museum one day. There was no doubt in my mind that he was right. The world needed to see the talent she possessed. It was a crime to live without it.

“What’s your biggest dream?” Freya questioned me, tilting her head in the most adorable way, and I gazed at her with heavy eyes.

Fuck, I was utterly obsessed with this woman.

“I’m already living it,” I told her, and her throat bobbed as she swallowed, nodding once before turning her attention back to her meal. I could tell she was fighting a smile, though.

After our date—which I’d insisted I paid for, much to Freya’s distaste—I leaned back against the hood of my Jeep and crossed my arms, watching as she pulled her car keys from her purse.

“Thank you for tonight. I haven't been out for food in months.”

“I’m proud of you,” I told her, taking a tentative step in her direction. “I could tell how nervous you were beforehand.”

“That obvious, huh?”

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