Picture Perfect

Chapter 11

VICTORIA'S POV:

I walk into the bathroom and wash my hands. Glancing up at my reflection I can see my face is flushed. I don't know why it should bother me that someone has seen me with Harry. We're just sitting at a restaurant and only the hostess has seen us. Why am I so nervous?

I take a deep breath and straighten my posture. I can handle this. It's just breakfast. It was one photo that you're not even in, no reason to be freaking out.

I walk back out and Harry stands while I sit back down.

"They brought our water" he tells me.

"Thank you, and I see the menu's. Did you find out if we're able to order breakfast? If not, I am sure I can find..."

"Not to worry. I have been assured we can order anything we'd like from the menu. Relax and enjoy." Harry tells me.

I nod and take the menu he extends.

"Are you alright, Toni? You look a little flushed."

"Everything's good, Harry" I tell him. "So, have you eaten here before?" I ask him.

He doesn't seem to completely believe me but accepts my reply and lets it go.

"Um, no; can't say I've been here before but it received rave reviews on-line" he tells me while sticking his thumbs in an upward motion with a big grin on his face.

I can do nothing but laugh. I try to suppress it but it isn't happening.

"What?" he asked.

"Harry, I'm sorry but you are just too goofy" I manage to sputter as I'm trying desperately to stop laughing.

He stares back at me with a blank look. That makes me laugh harder. I have tears in my eyes from laughing so hard which worries me as I know if I can't stop soon, not only will I insult Harry but I'll embarrass myself horribly with a snort.

He scoots so he's sitting right up against me rather than across and places his hands on my cheeks. He stares at me and presses his lips against mine. I stop laughing immediately. Pulling back just an inch so he can see my eyes he stares into my eyes and then to my lips. I bite my lower lip and am completely silenced as I stare at his lips that are now this close to mine. He leans back in and kisses me again, this time his tongue gently swiping at my top lip, causing my lips to part. His tongue meets mine and I press into his body as his one hand is now placed on my lower back and pressing me closer to him, his other hand cradling my head.

All I can do is moan into his mouth as it feels so wonderful. After what seems an eternity, he pulls back and speaks.

"I've wanted to do this since we left your house. If you want to slap me, do it but I had to taste your lips again."

I pant slightly and shake my head. "I'm not going to slap you, Harry."

"No?"

"No."

"May I ask why, not that I'm complaining mind you."

"Because I enjoyed it and you got me to stop laughing." I reply.

Suddenly we hear a cough and both turn to the waitress that is standing there.

"Um, excuse me but do you folks need some more time to look over your menus?" she asks.

Harry looks at her, his hands staying where they are while he replies.

"Give us another 5 minutes, yeah?"