Locked Up

Chapter 22

Locked Up – Chapter Twenty-two

Lily Brooks

"The crispy fried calamari and the roasted salmon, please," I ordered, putting down the menu. The waitress scribbled it down on her notepad before turning to Tim, who was looking even hotter than he did Saturday. Maybe because he was wearing glasses again. I guess glasses were just his thing. Even though he was wearing his new clothes, he didn't look like a complete stranger to me. He was still Tim, he was just wearing another style of clothing that suited him very well.

"And the steamed mussels and the lasagna for me, please."

I stared at his lips as they were moving in a seductive manner. Unbelievable how he could be seductive without even trying. I was feeling restless tonight. It all started when I opened the front door. I can't even explain the feeling, but there had been a moment I just wanted to pull him inside and feel him close to me. I wanted to smell his intoxicating scent, to run my fingers across his prominent jaw, to feel his warm, hard body press against mine.

His tong ran across his bottom lip, a movement that snapped me out of my trance. My heartbeat sped up as our gazes locked – he knew I had been staring. To my surprise, he didn't say anything and kept staring into my eyes instead. I could feel the tension between us grow, and we hadn't even eaten anything yet.

I knew that look on his face. I could never forget it. I would always remember what happened back in the locker rooms, and the way he looked at me. The way the tension grew. The things we did. His eyes showed weakness, as if he was losing control already. I swallowed hard and tried my hardest to ignore the shivers that were running down my spine. I was driving myself crazy and I head to stop it – I had to break the tension somehow.

"So.. have you ever been to this restaurant before?" I mentally slapped myself. This belonged to the kind of questions someone would ask to avoid awkward moments. I could've complemented him on his looks or something, even though I already did when he came to pick me up. That would've sounded less retarded.

He placed his hands onto the table's surface and my gaze immediately landed on his long fingers. He must know my weaknesses. Chills ran down my body, causing my stomach to clench as I thought of what those fingers could do. I could've sworn he was doing this on purpose.

"No, I haven't. Sophie suggested it," he answered in a voice seemed to sound deeper than usual. He was definitely doing this on purpose. Or wasn't he? I nervously lifted my leg over the other one in an attempt to ease the weird clenching of my lower stomach. Combined with the images of him bending me over this table we were sitting on, it was no use.

"You look stunning tonight, by the way," he complimented me. By the way he spoke, I could tell he was in quite the mood himself. He had seemed nervous at first, but as soon as we entered his car, it was like all our insecurities had vanished. I had felt uncomfortable in this short, black dress at first. The front was low-cut – not slutty – and the hem of the dress reached my mid-thigh. Black stilettos adorned my feet and I hadn't bothered to put on much make-up. My hair hung loose around my shoulders since all the buns I tried to tie my hair into turned into something resembling a car crash.

"Thank you," I smiled. He smirked in return, making my stomach do backflips. He was up to something. He must be. He was behaving differently, less innocent and more daring.

"I wasn't really sure about the dress, though. I didn't really know what to wear to a restaurant because I didn't want to look too.. fancy, you know." Just keep the conversation going, Lily!

"Well, you've got nothing to worry about. I r-really like the dress, it looks good on you." I heard his little stutter, meaning the 'other' Tim was still there. I didn't mind at all – I liked both his personalities.