The Devil's Debt

Anxious

Kyzer's POV:

She looks good in that dress. I'm not gonna make it through dinner without trying to hide what she's doing to me. When we pull up to the restaurant, I park and get out, then I round the car to open Isa's door and help her out. She shivers when a breeze rolls through, so I take off my tux jacket off to give it to her.

I subconciously put my hand on her back possessively as we walk in, and when we sit down, a waitress immediately greets us and asks for our drinks. The restaurant is built next to a beach, so the view we have is beautiful. We're sitting next to the window and we can see the sun setting, casting an orange, red looking light onto the ocean next to us. We order, and when the waitress is back, she gives us our drinks along with the appetizer Isa ordered for us.

"Would you like to order your main course, or do you need a minute?" the waitress asks, looking dead at me with her pen to her lip.

Isa narrows her eyes at her as I tell her to give us a minute. She walks away and Isa's eyes stay on her as she disappears into the other half of the restaurant.

"Hey. Don't worry about it, alright? I'm here with you, not her." I say reassuringly. She sighs and shakes her head, picking up a chip and dipping it into a dipping sauce. "What is it?" I ask, gesturing to what she's eating.

"It's white queso with spinach in it. It's really good. Here, try it." she offers.

"No thanks. It sounds like it tastes horrible." I say, shaking my head.

"Oh, come on. You haven't even tried it!" she says, laughing at me.

"How would you know that?" I asks, grinning at her.

"Because if you had, you'd be devouring this with me." she says, raising an eyebrow. "Come on, try it." she says.

"Fine." I say, as she picks up another chip and dips it, raising it to my lips. I eat it and she looks at me with questioning eyes. "Okay, I might've underestimated it." I admit, smiling.

"See? It's good, right?" she says, eating another one.

"It is." I say, taking a sip of my drink.

She holds up another one and I eat the whole thing, then I dip one for her to eat.

"My turn." I say, looking into her eyes.

She opens her mouth to take the chip, then goes further to suck some sauce off my finger while looking straight into my eyes.

Eye contact is a killer, especially when she gives me those eyes. She looked at me the same way when-

"Are you ready to order?" the waitress asks as Isa lets go of my finger, looking over at me as I sit there, hot and bothered.

"Uh, yeah, I uhm.." I say, fumbling my words as I look for the meal I want. I order my food and I take another chip to dip it in queso. Isa orders what I order and the waitress looks back at me as I swallow my food.

She bites her lip at me and I can feel how angry Isa is right now.

She doesn't project it. Instead, she grabs my face and turns my head to face her, then she kisses me gently, running her tongue over my lips as I kiss her back. When she pulls away, she wipes some of her lipstick off my bottom lip and rubs hers together, smirking at the waitress.

She walks away pissed, and I look at Isa. "What was that?" I say, licking my lips, savoring her taste.

"You had queso on your lip." she says, shrugging.

I laugh as I take a sip of my drink, and she sighs.

"Okay, fine, she was pissing me off." she admits, stuffing her face with chips and queso.

"I like jealousy on you." I say, smirking as I gulp down my drink.

We eventually get our food and we eat while talking and laughing with each other. When we finish, I pay for the both of us, then I look over to Isa whose looking out toward the beach.

"You wanna go?" I ask her.

"Hm?" she replies, looking up at me.

"To the beach. We don't have to leave yet."

"Can we?"

"Of course. Come on."

I stand up and I grab her hand, and we walk out of the restaurant and down to the beach. Isa stops and puts her hand on my arm to take her heels off, then when she pulls them off, I hold my hand out to her and I hold her heels as we walk.

"Dinner was great. Thanks for taking me out." she says, looking down at the sand and over to the water.

"It's nothing. Besides, we both needed it. We needed some time to relax." I say, looking down at her.

"It's gotten warm out here. It feels good." she says, taking a deep breath, inhaling the refreshing scent of the beach and breathing it out.

I look down at her and she's looking off at the ocean next to us. "You wanna go to the water?" I ask.

"I was gonna ask you the same thing." she says, running to the shore. She sits down in the sand, moving her hair from her shoulders as she sits in the sand, she looks back at me and smiles, waving me over. "Come on." she says.

"No thanks. I'll watch you from here." I say, giving her a warm smile in return.

She sighs and turns back around. Feeling guilty, I sigh and I walk over to her, slipping off my shoes and socks before sitting down next to her.

She looks over with a smile and I laugh. "If you were trying to silently guilt trip me, it worked, obviously." I say, holding my arms up, gesturing to where I'm sitting.

She laughs as I look down at her and a sudden urge scratches at my brain. I've been wanting to talk to her about what happened at my mom's, what with us having sex with each other, but I can't bring myself to. We never have the time to sit down and talk. For a second, I hesitate to ask what I want to ask. But I have to. It's been eating at me ever since it happened.