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He winked, then he nodded.

Our server came over and took our drink orders.

Two sweet, iced teas.

We were looking at the menu when I asked, “Have you ever eaten here before?”

When he didn’t reply, I glanced up and saw that his cheeks were slightly pink.

Slightly. Pink.

I set my menu down and asked, “Xander?”

He cleared his throat and looked out the window when he said, “The brothers told me about this place after I told them I didn’t know what to do on a date.”

Oh. My. Goodness.

It took everything I had in me to form words.

But I did it.

“Xander? Honey, look at me. Please.” I softly asked.

The server was on her way, and I waved her off, holding up five fingers.

She looked at Xander, then back at me, winked, and nodded.

When he still hadn’t looked at me, I called out, softer this time, “Xander. Honey. Please. Look at me.”

I didn’t say anything else while I waited.

And then I waited some more.

And finally, he turned his head slowly, his jaw was clenched, and his eyes were locked on mine instantly.

I smiled at him, “I’m honored.”

His jaw unclenched, then his brows furrowed, “How?”

I giggled, “Because it makes me feel so freaking special. You stepped way out of your comfort zone. For me. Xander, honey, that means the world to me.”

I watched as he inhaled breath after breath, and then he nodded.

“I don’t know what’s good here, but the brothers gave me some recommendations.” He said.

I smiled, “Which one are you going with?”

“The Crawfish Fettuccine.” He said.

I licked my lips, his eyes immediately zoned in, and then I nodded, “Sounds good to me, too.”

When his eyes stayed locked on my lips, I said, “Honey. Wait until after we eat to see what I taste like. Okay?”

His eyes snapped to mine, and then he chuckled.

I smiled.

We ordered and then waited for our food to arrive.