"For a starter, can I have tomato soup with roasted deer, medium and a bottle of white wine your most expensive please" I added at the end. I wasn't the one paying after all. If I had to go on this date, I wouldn't do it sobber, especially when the pull was this strong. I needed a distraction. He smelled devine, and I couldn't help wanting to touch him, and kiss those plump lips. From the moment we met at the river bank that day, all we did was touch, and dreamt of doing more. It's funny how things change, and now all we wanted to do was stay away from each other, when we were supposed to be touching. "Just get me a rare deer, and a full glass of vodka, nevermind that, just bring the damn bottle." Aiden ordered, his voice sounding angry. We hadn't said one word to each other since we left the house. The silence was not awkward, it was fucking suffocating. They were many things lefts unsaid."Do you want anything else?" The waiter, a young man in his early twenties, a nobody like m
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