𝐃é𝐟𝐢 𝐌𝐨𝐢

𝟑𝟑 | 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮

After ten days, eight hours, thirty-five minutes, and twelve seconds, I finally got to see the woman I've been driven for on the day of our first date, as arranged.

My gaze could not leave her as she entered the room, wearing a green-colored silk dress that hugged every inch and delicate curve of her body, leaving her legs below the knees bare and tempting for me to draw a map on her skin with my lips, dark waves of her hair falling on her shoulders, and as she approached where I was waiting for her, I noticed two things.

One, her dress clung to her with tiny lace of fabric over her shoulders, allowing me a wonderful view of her smooth neck and downwards, exactly over her breast; and two, the green of her dress matched the colour of my eyes.

My fingers curled on their own accord as the urge to grab her and take her right now clouded my thoughts.

She quirks a brow when she stands before me. "What's with the rose-themed red carpet, and where's everyone else?"

I approached her and wrapped my arm around her waist, bringing her closer to me. The little movement in her shape was noticeable. "I wanted to welcome you like the queen that you are." She giggled as I gently poked her nose with mine. "And to make sure no one distracts us; I closed the restaurant for the evening."

Her eyes enlarge with shock. "You stopped working just to go on a date?"

"It's 'not just a date', Feisty." My lips brushed against hers just so barely. "It's the mark of our one-month commitment today, and no, I don't want anyone else other than me looking at you while I make you shiver each time I touch you."

When I kiss her at the corner of her mouth, she lets out a gasp. "Didn't that start on the day you asked me out?"

"Mm... no..." Before I looked at her, I brushed my mouth across her jaw. "It's official only from today."

A sparkle glimmered in her orbs. "What about the phone calls we had regularly for the past ten days?"

We ended up talking on the phone with each other every night since our agreement for our dating period, mostly arguing over silly things, sometimes heated-up moments followed by our banter and flirting afterwards, where we would end up giving kisses (only kisses) to each other, leaving both of us breathless, moaning, and excited for what would happen when we'll meet.

Phone sex was always a possibility, and neither of us would have rejected it, but I wanted more from her and to express the affection I had for her.

I didn't want us to be an easy distraction from each other's demanding life. I wanted something more—something significant that we could both identify—and we agreed to this one-month dating experiment only for that purpose.

"They don't count, sweetheart." I mourned the loss of her skin beneath my touch and her intoxicating scent as I stepped back and pulled out a chair for her to sit in. "My terms, remember?"