Only for You

19: PDA

The waiter placed the chilled bottle of Moët & Chandon into the ice bucket at Zac and Fatima's table. "Thank you," Zac said with a nod, before his gaze drifted toward the entrance.

There she was.

Fatima walked in with an air of confidence, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. She was wearing an intricate ivory dress that hugged her in all the right places, every floral detail enhancing her elegance. Zac couldn't help but take her in, from the way her toned legs carried her gracefully to the delicate lace halter that showed just a hint of skin. His eyes followed the soft curve of her neck up to her face, where her eyes locked onto his.

The host pointed her toward their table, and when she smiled and nodded, Zac's heart beat just a little faster. She approached him with that signature confident sway, and he stood to greet her.

"Hi," she greeted, her voice soft but playful, accompanied by an innocent smile that made his stomach do an unexpected flip.

He grinned, stepping aside and pulling out her chair. "I want to sit next to you," she said with a sly smile, her eyes challenging him.

Without hesitation, Zac shifted her chair around the table, positioning it right next to his. Fatima chuckled, glancing around at the curious glances from other tables, a playful glint in her eye.

"Thank you," she murmured, settling in beside him. The faint scent of her perfume, warm and floral, enveloped him, making it hard to focus on anything else.

"So," he began, leaning closer to her, "you look... incredible."

She laughed lightly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Thank you. I could say the same about you." She looked him over appreciatively, her gaze lingering on the crisp cut of his tailored suit. "I don't think I've ever seen you in something so... polished."

"Is that so?" he teased, resting his arm on the back of her chair, inching closer. "You'd be surprised. I clean up nicely."

She rolled her eyes playfully. "Alright, Mr. Modest."

Zac turned to the champagne chilling in the ice tray beside their table. "Champagne?" he offered, reaching for the bottle.

Fatima nodded and handed him her empty glass. He gently popped the bottle open with a soft pop, then poured them both a glass. She accepted hers with a smile, setting it on the table before opening her menu.

As she skimmed through the options, she glanced up and said, "What's good here? I've never been here before."

Zac chuckled, still studying his own menu. "Me either."

She looked at him, surprised. "Okay... good," she laughed, relaxing a little as she turned back to her menu. The tension between them had softened, turning into something playful, comfortable. Just as she was getting into her food options, Zac leaned in, catching her off guard with his next words.

"I missed you, Ti."

Fatima's eyes flicked up, a little startled. "You saw me this morning," she replied with a raised eyebrow, trying to play it cool, but the warmth in his gaze was unmistakable.

"I know..." He shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips, his eyes lingering on her.

She bit back a grin, then reached over, gently cupping his chin. "I missed you too," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. He responded by slipping his hand onto her thigh, his grip warm and reassuring.

Just then, their waiter cleared his throat, interrupting them as they reluctantly pulled away. "How may I assist you two tonight?" he asked with a polite smile, looking between them.