Declan POV:
Shit shit shit shit shit. Shit! I mentally cursed myself over and over again as I hurried out of the car and ran into the restaurant like I was being chased by satan himself. Well... then again, Raymond isn't actually that scary. I could definitely take him. You're late, you're late, for a very important date! Shut up, mind!
Dammit, Declan! Stop getting sidetracked! I run past the lady at the front, quickly telling her that I already had a reservation under the name of "Lynch" and run into the restaurant. It takes me only two minutes to find her, and my eyes nearly pop out of their sockets when I do.
I didn't know it was possible, but she looks even more amazing then she usually does. She was wearing the beautiful pale pink dress that I'd bought for her, paired with a pair of nude heels and a sparkling silver necklace. As I get closer, I realized it was the fleur de lis necklace I'd gotten her for her birthday about a month ago.
Naomi isn't usually one to put a lot of effort into her appearance, which is completely fine because she looks like a goddess even when she's just woken up in the morning. But God, she looks so undeniably stunning right now... Jesus, Declan, stop staring and go get your girl!
My eyes narrow as I notice the figure on the other side of the booth, who seemed to be keeping her good company while I was gone. The boy had messy black hair and a willowy frame, and had just said something that made Naomi laugh like it was the funniest thing in the world, which isn't possible because I know for a fact that Jordan's face will always keep that position. But all joking aside, I could definitely take this guy. Neither of them notice me until I'm at the table.
"Thanks for keeping my girlfriend company while I was gone," I say as I slide into the booth and put my arm around her for good measure. "But I'm here now, so you can leave." I do my best not to throw the entire damn table on the guy who thought he could be making googly eyes at my girl.
"Declan!" Naomi slaps my chest, but I keep my gaze on the guy, who kept a cocky smirk on his face that made me want to carve it off of his head with a knife. Calm down Declan, it's hard to keep a healthy relationship when you're in prison. Naomi let's out a deep sigh.
"Sorry, Dominic," she says, turning to me. "Declan, this is my friend Dominic. He just moved back here, and since you were so late and I didn't want the dinner to go to waste, I invited him," she says, glaring at me.
It's then that I remember a couple of times that she'd mentioned a kid named Dominic to us.
"Is he the same guy from when you were a kid?" I asked.
"Yes, and is that all you got from what I just said? You're two hours late and then you come here acting like he's the one in the wrong," she whispered angrily at me.
"Do you not see him making googly eyes at you?" I whisper back.
"I can hear you guys, you know." My gaze is brought back up to the boy sitting across from us.
"Dominic, I'm so sorry about him. He doesn't usually act like this," she apologizes.
"Oh, it's fine. I would probably be acting the same way if you were mine." Well she never will be, so back the fuck off before I tear your head off your shoulders. "I should get going now anyways. It was nice seeing you again, Nomi." With that, he gets up and walks away, but not before giving Naomi a kiss on the cheek. I almost stand up and kill him right there, but I'm stopped by Naomi, who grabs my arm and turns me back around. I immediately drop my glare when I see hers, and I would probably be proud of it if it wasn't directed at me.
