Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Grace's P.O.V.

"Grace! Nothing sexual! You know, to say your scared of it, your minds addicted to it!" He joked.

I looked offended, "It is not!"

"Whatever you say!" He rolled his eyes and I scoffed.

All of a sudden a plate was put down in front of me, the waiter was here again! Did this dude even walk?! I never heard him coming! Maybe he flew?

"Enjoy..." he giggled before doing whatever he did to wherever he came from.

"I think that guy is a phantom..." Mike said.

"He's so smooth!" I agreed.

We dug into our food, it was even better than the starter, "Mike...my tastebuds are orgasming again..." I sighed at the heavenly taste.

He looked up from his plate, "Mmm...mine too..." he sounded like he was in heaven too.

I kept glancing at the giant aquarium, Mike and the empty restaurant whilst I was eating, thinking random things like, I wonder how deep that aquarium is, are there sharks in there? Do you think anyone has ever fell in?

Asking myself questions about mine and Mikes conversations of the evening like, if we're both scared, how will anything happen? What's this 'special something'? Do you think he realises how flipping sexy he looks tonight?

Then looking around the empty restaurant and thinking, I wonder how different it would be if the restaurant was full? Would there he fans around the table? Imagine how it would be if Michael wasn't famous and we could come in here when it was busy? Do you think he'd ever want that? Or think about it himself?

I stole sneaky glances at him whilst he was eating, watching the way his lonesome curls hung in front of his eyes, the way he pushed them back when he was eating, the way he ate things from his fork by using his teeth, his lips never made contact with it!

They way he was so graceful whilst eating, so polite, compared to him I was some kind of warthog.