Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Michael's P.O.V.

"Yum..." she said sarcastically.

We closed the red leather menus and stacked them up ready to be collected.
I caught her staring into the gigantic, crystal clear aquarium, her emerald eyes ablaze with child like spirit of discovery as she watched the fish dancing around.

A small smile played on her lips as she saw more and more fish.

I couldn't help but smile at her, she looked so calm and happy, in a state of amazement, her eyes sparkled, she was impressed by a lot of things, it was the best way to be, to love everything, it was perfect.

I felt her knee brush against mine under the table, I was still sensitive and prone to any kind of contact from her, she had me in a spell she wasn't aware she casted, I was still needy for her attention, although I had not quite forgiven myself for what I did in the limo, on my standards, that was somewhat out of order, but what's annoying is, if I don't mean to do something, or I find myself losing control, she likes it. I don't know what it is about it that she likes, that was still a mystery to me.

"Do you think they admire us, as much as we admire them?" She asked, her voice suddenly breaking the ice to my thoughts. 

"Who? The fish?" I asked, she nodded in reply. "I think they do, you see the way they swim around and sometimes just stop in front of the glass? I think that's them taking in the outside world, looking at us, maybe, but, the main reason they stop and stare, is the same reason I do..." I started to blush, but I carried on, "To take in your beauty..."