One Number.

Chap. 5

He led me to his car, which was very fancy. A tesla, I believe. He opened the door for me like a gentleman, before he got in and started the car up. 

I stole small glances at him every once in a while, admiring how good he looked. Halfway through the drive I decided to tell him so. 

"You look good." I said quietly. He glanced over at me, smiling softly. 

"You do too." Was all he said, but he met my eyes. We both looked at each other for a second or two, breaking eye contact once his stare got a bit too heated. 

I watched as he slightly adjusted in his seat before swallowing and taking a deep breath. 

I, too, swallowed my nerves, my cheeks and ears tinting pink as butterflies fluttered in my stomach from the way he looked at me. 

We sat in silence the rest of the way there, stealing glances when we thought the other wasn't looking. 

Once we finally got to our destination, we both sat in silence for a second before Clay puffed out a breath, opening his door and quickly coming over to mine to open it for me. 

I quietly thanked him and he held my hand and helped me out. With the mixture of wearing heels and being tipsy, I was slightly off balance. 

I fell forward slightly when my shoe catched onto a rock, and I was afraid I was about to faceplant on our first date. 

But thankfully, Clay was there.  

He caught me and pulled me to his chest, one hand still holding mine while the other had snaked around my waist and held on tight to make sure I didn't fall. 

I was about to thank him when we once again met eyes. Every thought in my head vanished once he looked at me. The heat in his stare held me hostage, and I felt his hand tighten around my waist every so slightly. 

"Can I-" He started, but shook his head and removed his hand from my waist, dropping my own hand to the side. 

I almost protested at the loss of the warmth, but pulled myself together enough to not say anything. 

I squeaked out a small 'Thank you' before I moved past him and watched as he grabbed blankets and a basket from the back seat of his car. 

He led me over to a small clearing in this weird flower field, laying one of the blankets down and setting down the basket.

He turned to me and held out his hand in an offering, wiggling his fingers. I grabbed his hand, and he helped me sit, making sure I was comfortable before draping a blanket over my shoulders. 

I savored the warmth, tightening the cloth around me. 

Clay then sat down as well, and began rummaging through the basket. He brought out a pack of cookies and, surprisingly, Caprisuns. 

I giggled, amused by the stark contrast of the meal we would have had at Moe's versus this. 

"What, you making fun of my Caprisuns?" He asked, faking a hurt expression. 

I shook my head no, taking the one he offered to me. 

I struggled with getting the straw into the pouch. Maybe I shouldn't have had so many glasses of wine. 

He made grabby hands for the drink, offering silent help. I handed it to him, and watched as he stabbed it through the top. Not even the hole, just the top. 

"Such a gentleman." I said jokingly as he handed it back to me. He smiled and drank from his own juice, grabbing a few cookies and handing them to me before having a few himself.