Soulmates & Twin Flames

6 - No Expectations

We finally arrive at our romantic table for two by the terrace's edge. The waiter leaves our drinks and the menus, then disappears into the elegant crowd.

Hudson river is shimmering under the full moon. The glass protection makes the stars appear fuzzier in the night sky. A summer breeze shuffles my bangs as I pull the napkin off my plate and place it over my lap. Roman gracefully does the same, then raises his scotch for a toast. "No expectations."

"No expectations."

We lock our gazes and sip our drinks. The invisible current between us makes me wiggle in my place. Every nerve in my body itches to be closer to Roman as I flick the menu's edge.

"Leave it to me," he says, waving at a passing waiter.

I can't even pronounce the fancy names on the menu. So I smile, lean back and sip my cocktail.

After ordering a few dishes and a bottle of fine wine, Roman crosses his arms against the table. "It's been a while since I went out on a date," he says. "I might be a little rusty."

"Don't worry. You're with a pro," I reply, giggling. When Roman raises a brow in question I tuck some hair behind my ear. "I've been on lots of first dates, but the seconds never followed."

"I don't believe you," he says with a smirk.

I shrug, offering him a smile. His cockiness dissolves immediately, and his tiny smile reveals his dimples.

"When was the last time you've been on a date?" I ask.

"Do you count business dinners, award shows and meetings?" Roman fiddles with the edge of his napkin, averting his eyes. When I shake my head, he breathes into his chest with relief. "Forever then. The last time I had sex was about a year ago."

The drink in my hand freezes mid-air as I lower it to the table. Our gazes lock. Roman's caramel eyes widen with terror when I gape.

Then I burst out laughing.

"Fuck. I didn't mean..." he stutters, wiping the sweat off his forehead. His lips tremble as he tries to muster a smile. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I never speak nonsense like this. And I don't want to have sex with you. I mean—"

I burst again. My cheeks hurt! My shoulders are shaking with laughter.

"Okay, I do..." Roman admits. "Very much. But not tonight. Fuck, Abigail, stop laughing," he protests, trying to stifle his own laughter. His face is all red. He is adorable! I can't stop—I'm laughing for the both of us.

Roman grins, turning his head toward the city lights. "I'm a gentleman," he says with a deep tone when he finally looks at me. "This silly child is not who I really am."

I don't see a child... If anything, he's a man. A fully grown, masculine, super hot man, who has turned my panties into mush without even trying. His characteristic nose, the mysterious look in his eyes, his broad shoulders and his tanned skin... I want to run my tongue down his neck, and taste the sun on his body.

My heart skips a beat when Roman's eyes glow, and suck me in.

"I wouldn't call you silly, or a child," I hear my husky voice say.

Roman's chest calmly rises and falls under his white shirt. "How old do you think I am?" he asks.

My eyes linger on the subtle grays behind his ears. "Thirty...eight?"

"Thirty three," he says and finishes his drink. "I thought you'd googled me."

"I didn't." I smile and place my elbows on the table. "I'd rather have my own first impression of you. I read your company's ethos when Claire offered me the job. That's all."