I fanned myself, wishing I had one of those church fans. They always did the trick to cool anyone down.
"We need to get out of here."
Jamari smirked, taking another step toward me, causing me to take a step back. He continued to stroll toward me until my back was against the door. He placed both of his hands above my head as he breathed in my face.
"Why, bae? Am I making you hot?" he asked, lowering his face to my neck. "You smell good as hell, too." His tongue made contact with my neck, causing me to moan softly.
"Jamari, please. We have to stop," I panted, although I didn't want to stop. Hell no! I wanted to keep going until we were both naked, but I needed this date night with him.
Jamari sighed deeply and pulled away from me. "You're right. Let's get out of here." He reached for my coat, which was on the coat rack.
Once he had my jacket on, I locked up the house, and we made our way to his car. He helped me inside and hurried to getin himself. It was too cold outside tonight. Jamari turned up the heat in his car, and I thanked him for it.
"How was your day?" he asked, pulling out of the parking lot of the townhouses.
I smiled. "It was good. Jacey came over and chilled with me."
I had mentioned Jacey to him a time or two. He hadn't mentioned any friends to me, which made me wonder if he had any.
"Do you have any friends?" I inquired, looking over at him.
He shook his head. "Nah, I don't. The closest I get to friendship is when I'm talking to other dudes at work. Other than that, nah. I don't trust people."
I hated the way he grew up. If I had the power to erase it, I would. Hopefully, as our relationship progresses, he'll be open to letting others in as well. I had nothing else to say on that and wanted to change the subject. It was best to do so.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
He glanced over at me before smirking. "You don't want to be surprised?"
I shook my head. "I hate surprises."
I hated surprises badly. My father always told me he had a surprise for me, but when it was time to give it to me, he was a no-show, so now I prefer someone to tell me something upfront.
"Why do I feel you have a story behind that?"
I chuckled. "Because I do, but I don't want to ruin the mood. Tonight is our first date, and I don't want to talk about sad things."
Jamari gripped my hand in his and brought it to his mouth to kiss it. "You're right, but to answer your question from before, we're going out to eat at an Italian restaurant. And later, we'll go to the lounge. Some of the men I worked with talked about those places, and I wanted to try them out with you."
I smiled brightly. "If I ruined the surprise, I'm sorry."
He squeezed my hand in his. "Nah, don't worry about that."
We rode the rest of the way to the restaurant in silence. I stared out the window, lost in my own thoughts. To know that I had entered into a relationship with a broken man, the only thing I wanted to do was fix him back up. Jamari had to be willing, though. I knew I couldn't do it by myself. I felt like I had what it took, but he had to want it too.
When we arrived at the restaurant, I was happy it wasn't crowded. We were seated almost immediately. Jamari and I had window seats. Those were the best seats in the restaurant. I enjoyed looking out at the night as the cars drove by. Downtown Skyeville was very busy no matter the time of day. While we waited for the server to come and take our drink order, we made small talk. The restaurant was fancy. Everyone was dressed up in their best clothes.
"I shouldn't have let you out of the house," he stated.
I lifted a brow, wondering why he'd say that. "Why not?"
He licked his lips as he narrowed his eyes. "Do you not see how good you look? I'll hurt someone if they look at you. You're fine, baby."
I dropped my head, hiding a blush. He was too good for my ego. "Thank you!"
The server came, and we ordered our drinks. Both of us ordered wine. From the look on his face, Jamari didn't care for it.
I giggled. "You're not a wine drinker?"
