Complicated

Chapter 39

We're on the tenth frame of the second round and I'm winning by one hundred.

"Honestly, you should just forfeit," I tsk.

"Ha-ha. You would love that wouldn't you?" He rolls his eyes.

It's obvious his ego is a bit bruised. What can I say? When I lived with my dad we made it a habit to go bowling every Friday. I got pretty good.

"Just sayin," I mumble.

Gavin swings his arm back and let's the ball go, it rolls into the gutter again.

"Game over!" I cheer. "I win!"

"Whatever," he mumbles.

I won both rounds and I'm very proud of myself.

"Alright, you won. Congratulations babe," he smiles.

"Thanks. Dinners on me to celebrate," I giggle and take off my bowling shoes and put on my boots.

"Ah, ah, ah I'm paying. This is a date," he reminds me and I roll my eyes.

"Okay," I sigh.

We give back the shoes and Gavin grabs my hand as we walk out into the cold air.

It's only about three and the sun is shining down on us. I wouldn't consider it time for dinner solunch will do.

"Where do you want to go?" Gavin asks as we pull out of the parking lot. He surprises me by placing his hand on my thigh.

"We should go downtown," I suggest. I know this really good place downtown that I want to show him.

"Downtown? Why?"

"I know an amazing restaurant, if you want to of course," I blush.

"I don't mind," he smiles and squeezes my thigh.

Heat rushes to my core and I press my thighs together.

The effect he has on me is truly spontaneous.

We listen to soft music and wait until we're in the heart of Downtown.

"It's called Jeremy's and just keep driving down this road," I instruct.

I've always loved downtown, it's even prettier at night.

"Right here?" He asks and I nod.

Jeremy's is a place I used to go to when I was younger and I've always loved it. The food is Italian based, which is my favorite kind of food.

I would say it's more of dinner type restaurant, but whatever.

"Italian?" He asks with a smirk.

I roll my eyes and get out of the car, waiting for him to follow suit.

We meet at the front of his car and entwines out fingers as we walk towards the front door.

He holds it open for me and we wait for the receptionist to take us to our seats.

"How many?" She asks.

"Two," Gavin answers.

"Right this way," she smiles and grabs to me us before taking us through the aisles. "Is a booth good for you two?"

"Yes, thank you," I smile politely and sit across from Gavin.

"You seem like the type of girl to like Italian food," he chuckles and I smile.

"Thank you? I hope you like it," I bite my lip nervously.

I totally forgot to ask him if he even liked Italian food. God that was inconsiderate.