I guess it was best I just wait it out and see what Nashton was up to.
“Just to let you know, I can be very impatient.” I really want him to tell me now.
He cackled. “I can see that. Are you ready to get out of the car?”
I nodded and unbuckled my seatbelt.
“Please don’t touch that door handle.”
I threw my hands up and laughed. “Oh, trust me. I won’t.”
Nash got out of the car and came around to open the door for me. He played no games when he didn’t want me to touch the door. I had no problems with that at all. I could get used to this whenever I was with him.
He helped me out of the car and held a hand around my waist. “Damn, I want another kiss.” His eyes dropped to my lips as I shivered. “May I have one?”
I chuckled. “You don’t have to ask. Just go right ahe?—”
Nash didn’t give me a chance to finish what I had to say. He lowered his lips to mine and pecked my lips twice before he sucked on my bottom lip. I shuddered against him, wanting him to do much more to me. There was no denying it. I was horny and hadn’t had sex in almost a year. My coochie was throbbing right now from having his lips on mine.If only he could attack my lower lips.I snatched my mouth from his. Lawd, my thoughts were running wild.
I took a step back and fanned myself, trying to get myself together. Nash did something to me without trying. Just being in his presence had my mind all over the place. The thoughts that ran through my mind were too naughty, even for me.
“Now, I’m ready to go,” he voiced and grabbed my hand in his. “Whatever perfume you have on smells good.”
I looked over at him and smiled. “Thanks.” As much as I wanted to tell him that I wore it with him in mind, I didn’t.
He held the door open for me, and I sauntered in and waited for him. The smell was divine with different wine scents.
The hostess came with a smile on her face. She held a folder in her arms. “Hey! Welcome to Uniquely Winery Vines. How many will be joining you?”
“It’s just us,” Nash stated.
“Okay. Do you have a private room, or will you be getting a booth or table?”
“A private room. The name on the reservation is Nashton Sims.”
The hostess opened the folder to scan it, and with a smile, she nodded. “Okay, Mr. Sims. We have you down. Follow me.”
She rotated around, and we followed her all the way to the back of the place. Once in the designated area, she moved aside and opened the door for us, and we walked in. I gasped as Ipeered around. The black and red theme inside the private room was beautiful.
“Here is your table. Your server will be with you soon. Enjoy.” With that, she walked back out of the room, leaving us alone.
I took a seat at the table and rested my arms on it. “This is nice. I love it. The theme of it reminds me of romance.”
Nash chuckled. “I think that’s the reason for this place. Did you notice all the couples? This place is only for couples.”
“That was something I didn’t pay attention to, but it’s nice to have a place only for couples.”
I wanted to add that we weren’t a couple, but I decided not to. To know that Nash thought of me as his woman didn’t bother me either.
“Yeah. We won’t have to share a place with anyone else. I know I’m getting a little too carried away with the way I’m handling things, so if it’s a little too much, let me know.”
I shook my head. “No, not at all. You’re just being yourself, and I like that a lot.” And I did. Nashton had a take-charge attitude, but he asked if that was okay.
“Good. I’m happy to hear that. Tell me a little about yourself. I can see sadness in you, and I don’t like that. What happened in your life to bring on that sadness?”
If only Nash knew. A lot brought on this sadness that has overtaken my life. If I could make this feeling of emotion go away, it would be long gone.
“Well, I lost my parents a year and a half ago.” I smiled sadly as tears clouded my eyes. “Then I ended a relationship of three years because I caught my boyfriend cheating on me. That was the icing on the cake. Now, whenever I see my ex-boyfriend, he always comes up to me wanting to talk. That always messes with my mental. I’m just trying to pick up the pieces in my life, and it’s just hard. Grief on top of having your heart broken is a new level of depression.”
