Page 5 of Eternally Yours
Yeah, that sounds about right, more like holy shit!
I mean, I was expecting her to be on the smaller side given her petite features and small hands, but this is just ridiculously funny. There must be well over a foot of difference between us.
She gapes at me with those hazel doe eyes, no further sound coming from her voluptuous lips.I can’t help it.A deep belly laugh takes over me as I practically bend in two, gaining the attention of the few individuals left in the restaurant.
When I come back up for air, I find her looking around as a pink hue begins to take over her cheeks. Once her gaze travels back to mine, her eyes narrow with clear irritation written on her face.
I swipe my hand over my mouth, trying to remove the grin plastered on my lips with failure. “Sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just... Jesus, what are you? Five feet?” Another laugh escapes me no matter how hard I try to hold it in, making her displeased expression deepen.
“And now you’re giving me this look that I know is meant to be annoyed or mad. But if I’m being honest, you just make me think of a tiny angry kitten.” I put my fist to my mouth, hoping to silence the laughter still spilling from me and once again failing miserably.
She gasps loudly, placing her tiny fists on her hips, pinning me with a glare. “No, I’m five foot two! And are you seriously making fun of me right now?”
“NO... I wouldnever!” I fake a shocked expression.
“Clearly,” she deadpans. “And anyway, who says I’m not just average height, and you’re the one looking like a six-foot giant!” The defensive tone in her voice brings a smile to my face.Clearly, I hit a soft spot. Noted.
“Six foot four, actually; thank you very much,” I tell her, patting my chest with satisfaction, which is clearly not the right thing to do or say since she still seems mad.
Trying to ease the tension, I place one arm around her shoulder and pull her toward the exit. “Come on, kitten. Let’s get out of here.”
She huffs out with frustration but lets me drag her out easily.
Once we’ve made it outside in the cool September air, it suddenly dawns on me that not once did someone stop at our table for an autograph. I can’t remember the last time that happened. She must be one hell of a lucky charm.I think I’ll keep her.
“Is your car close by, or did you take a ride here?”
I still haven’t removed my arm from her shoulder, and she hasn’t made any attempt to remove it, so I’ll take that as a good sign. Which is a good thing since I have no intention of taking it off any time soon. Now all I need is to come up with a reason for her to stay by my side just a little while longer.I’m not ready to say goodnight.
The truth is, I haven’t been this attracted to a woman in a long time. I haven’t wanted to talk about mundane things and learn the little things that make someone tick. But Cecilia has managed to capture my attention.
My last serious relationship dates back to my early college days, and now it’s just been the occasional hookups. I’m not saying I’m a saint; I’ve had my fair share of puck bunnies throughout the early years of my career, but that all quickly lost its appeal the older I got.
I’ll be thirty in less than four months, and as my mother likes to remind me, it’s time I settle down and make her some grandbabies.I think my little kitten might be the perfect fit for me.
“Actually, I walked.” She looks around nervously as if she isn’t sure what to do now that our impromptu dinner is over.That makes two of us, sweetheart.
“Then how about we take a little walk? I know a nice place not far from here. Unless you need to head home?” I give her an out in case I’ve misread our time together while secretly hoping she doesn’t take it.
“No, a walk sounds lovely.” She keeps her vision focused on the passing cars in front of us while responding, but I don’t miss the way she bites down on her lower lip and the subtle smile she tries to conceal.
Removing my arm from her shoulder, I place my hand on her lower back, guiding her down the sidewalk. Even through all the layers of clothing, I can feel the heat radiating from her tiny body, but then a slight shiver runs through her, making me pause.
“Are you cold?”
Her eyes find mine swiftly as that blush of hers rises to her cheeks. “No, I’m okay.” She gives me a bashful smile before turning back to ourdestination.
We continue our walk into Central Park, conversation flowing effortlessly between us as we take turns asking questions about ourselves. We walk side by side, with my hands in my jean pockets and hers in her long coat.
I look down at the ground in front of me, kicking a pebble with my shoe out of the way. I’ve been trying to keep my focus on our surroundings instead of only on her, but considering how magnificent she is, the task seems futile.
“Tell me about your family,” I say.
She takes a moment to answer, looking onward and deep in thought. The sudden feeling of unease falls on me, thinking I may have breached a delicate subject. I’m about to try and change the trajectory of our discussion when she finally speaks up.
“I don’t really know my parents; they died when I was barely a year old,” she says in such a quiet voice that if I hadn’t been paying close attention, I would’ve missed it.
I reach out with my hand, delicately grabbing onto her elbow and stopping us both in our tracks. This late at night, there aren’t many people along the trails, so I don’t have to worry about us being in someone’s way as they go about their daily stroll.
