chapter eight

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Louis’ POV

She pulled away from my lips, leaving them tingling and tickling at her touch. I don’t know why she had this affect on me, but she did and she knew it! She smirked knowing she was leaving me wanting more, teasing to be more precise. I let my arms hang loosely at my side before letting my hand entwined with hers locking our fingers together as we walked through the darkness heading for the mall. 

”Thankyou Louis” she whispered as we sat down at our restaurant table. The aroma of cooking chicken filled my nostrils making my stomach growl. Eleanor giggling at the sound. Looking around it amazed me how we were even here, I mean this place was beautiful. I felt as if we didn’t fit in. There was people sat around eating at the small circular table a candle placed in the middle of each one lit a burning slightly. The orange glow lit up Eleanor’s face making her look even more beautiful, her eyes making me melt everytime I looked into them. She noticed me looking at her and diverted her eyes to look at her slender hands that were placed on the table. I moved my hand up to her chin lifting it ever so slightly making her eyes lock with mine. 

”Hey, you don’t have to hide from me Els, Your beautiful” I whispered watching her face blush as she smiled at me.

”Thankyou, I’m just conscious about my looks” She whispered back,smiling slightly obviously touched at my words and oblivious to the fact that I now had hold of her hands she just stared into my eyes.

”there’s no need to be” I said, She smiled to show her appreciation at my comment. I could resist the urge to kiss her any longer, Leaning forward slightly I placed my lips on hers, taken back slightly she kissed me back. I smiled into it, knowing this is what I wanted, she did the same. I wondered whether it meant the same thing. The tingling sensation quickly returning to my lips at every movement. this feels so right. I smiled again. 

”UH HUM” a rather angry looking waiter stood there with our food. We of course were oblivious to this. I pulled back laughing as he placed it infront of us. Eleanor looked mortified. I could tell this night was going to be unforgettable. As was this holiday.

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