A Little Break From Reality

Chapter 3

Tom's POV

Jen sank back in the leather covered seat beside me, quietly soaking in her surroundings. She looked magnificent, her red hair falling into loose curls on her shoulders, her emerald green eyes bright as she watched the world outside skip by the window in a beautiful collage of cool colours. And her dress... Gosh, I thought to myself, she looked sexy in purple and the thin silky fabric graced her body like a second skin making her look like a goddess. I felt her eyes fall on me once more, curiously darted around my body as if she was absorbing every detail of me. I smiled to myself.

As we pulled up in the restaurant car park, the tyres of the car creating a satisfying crunching noise as the wheels rolled over the stone cover park. Jen's face lit up as she took in the beautiful scenery around her. Jen sighed inwardly.

“Wow...” She breathed in a quiet voice.

“It's breath taking isn't it?”

“Yeah, you could definitely say that.” She nodded slowly in agreement. I took her hand in mine and lead her inside the restaurant. Once inside, we were greeted by a young waiter, a friendly man going by the name of Greg according to his name tag. I told him my name and he took us to our table by the window after he scanned his clip board for my name. Jen's grip on my hand tightened significantly, he eyes went wide and I honestly thought she was going to pass out when I told Greg my name.

“You're... And you're taking me to dinner... Oh, god.” She going to pass out if she didn't steady her breathing. I chuckled at her reaction.

“Yes.” I answered her question in a more serious tone.

“But... Why me? I'm not really anything special. You could easily get someone a lot better than me. You didn't need to go to all of this trouble just for me.” I couldn't help but smile at her reaction. I knew she was wrong, there was no one that seemed better than her, no one that gave me butterflies like she did, no one that I kept myself awake at night thinking about. The way I just wandered up to her in the coffee shop and started talking to her wasn't something I did. I wanted her, I didn't want anyone else.

Jen's POV

He knew I was right by what I was saying. I knew this because he allowed that stupid perfect smile to grace his lips. I looked down in a feeble attempt to break free from his glaze, feeling like an idiot. I should have never have agreed to this. I was a nobody compared to the girls Tom had falling at his feet. Tom placed two fingers under my chin and lifted my head to make out eyes meet. His touch lit my skin on fire. My skin shivered against his touch and I was surprised at the reaching my body was having to such an insignificant touch. He leaned forward so his face was mere centimetres from mine. I could feel his warm breath on my face, hot against my skin as he spoke to me.

“You couldn't be more wrong,” he whispered. What? My stomach flipped, and tied itself in knots. Butterflies fluttered out of control in my stomach. What did he mean? What was he talking about?

“W-what?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady to sound convincing. I plastered a smile to my face to make him believe that I wasn't upset for agreeing to this stupid date.

“I couldn't think of anyone I would much rather spend this evening with, so, you my dear, are wrong.” He said, his voice close to a whisper. His voiced raised the hairs on my neck and sent shivers shooting across my skin. Thoughts of pulling him close to me and kissing his perfect lips crossed my mind on more than one occasion during the time we spent staring into each others eyes.

The clearing of someone's throat put a swift end to our intimate moment and we both turned around, embarrassed, to our smiling waiter, Greg. He took our order, apologised for his intrusion and walked off swiftly in the direction he had come from. I looked away, my face burning a deep crimson red. I was sure the complexion of my cheeks matched the colour of my napkin which was a bright crimson colour.

“Jen, I'm not lying to you.” Tom's voice was steady and serious. Even though I barely knew him, I felt I could trust him with everything. I would happily put my life in his hands and not even have to think twice about doing so. There was something about him that soothed me, that calmed every fibre of my body. This man, this wonderful man was the best thing that had happened to me. I took a deep breath in an attempt to keep my voice sounding confident.

“I know, I believe you.”