The waiter approached a few minutes later and took the dessert order. Now that the table was cleared, Lily was able to lean in a little bit. The only thing between Wyatt and herself was the flickering flame of a candle in a clear glass jar.
A warm, tingling sensation tickled between her thighs as she drew in a breath. His cologne entered her nose. He was wearing the same scent as he had a week prior, when they'd fooled around in his living room. Smelling it brought the memory to the forefront of her mind and as soon as it was there, she started to get turned on. She imagined being back in the moment, with his hands all over her body. Her lips began to tingle, just think about his passionate kiss and the way it h
ad made her feel.
Wyatt cleared his throat and scooted forward in his chair. He brought his elbows to the table and dropped his hands. Lily did the same thing. They were so close to touching that she could feel the warmth coming off of his fingers. She wanted to reach forward just a bit, but wasn't sure how he'd react to it. Luckily, she didn't have to make the decision. Wyatt made it for her.
He scooted his arms a little further toward Lily, placing his hands on top of hers. His touch caused the tingling sensation to increase and she drew in a slow breath through her teeth.
“This was a really nice date,” he said. “I hope it doesn't sound too cheesy, but there's honestly nobody else in the world I'd rather be here with than you.”
Lily's heart practically leaped through her chest at his words. “Me too.”
His green eyes seemed to glow in the candle light. The way he looked at her said more than words ever could. She knew that he thought she was beautiful and that he was telling the truth, when he said that there was nobody else he'd rather be there with.
Time seemed to stand still as they gazed into each others eyes. Lily wasn't sure if was mere seconds that were passing or if it was full minutes, but she didn't care. She could have stayed right there in that moment for eternity. She was comfortable there with him. She felt safe.
At one point, the waiter came up, breaking her from her trance.
“Your dessert,” he said, placing the plate between Wyatt and Lily. He then set two spoons down next to the plate. “Anything else?”
Wyatt looked toward Lily. “Maybe another drink?”
She nodded. “Yeah, actually. Another drinks sounds nice.”
“Shall I open another bottle of champagne?” the waiter asked.
“I think I'd like something different,” Wyatt said. “Can I get an old fashioned, with Maker's Mark?”
“Of course, sir,” he said. “And you?” He turned toward Lily. “Um, well, how about vodka with cranberry and soda.”
“Perfect.” The waiter gave an affirmative nod and then turned to retrieve the drinks from the bar.
“So, this is green tea ice cream, huh?” Wyatt asked. “It's very... green.”
Lily chuckled. “You've got to try it, though. Don't judge a book by its cover.”
Wyatt picked up one of the spoons and took a small scoop of the ice cream, popping it into his mouth. Lily watched his eyes light up.
“That's actually pretty good,” he admitted.
“Told you.” Lily ate a spoonful, savoring the green-tea flavor as it melted across her tongue. “It's actually one of my favorite parts about getting sushi. I'm surprised you've never tried it.”
“I'm glad I have now, though,” Wyatt said, before taking another bite.
The two of the finished off the ice cream in no time. As soon as they were done, the waiter arrived with their fresh drinks.
They sat silent for a moment. Lily washed the ice cream down with her vodka and soda, while Wyatt did the same with his whiskey. They didn't say anything. It wasn't an awkward silence, though. In fact, Lily found it to be very comfortable. It was almost as though they were simply enjoying each others company and didn't need to use words in order to do that.
Wyatt took a long sip from his drink and then set the glass down.
“So I feel like I need to be honest with you,” he said.
Lily cocked her head to the side a bit. “Okay.”
“Last week, when we were fooling around,” he said, with a pause. “I'm sorry about how that ended.”
“You don't have to be sorry, Wyatt,” she replied. “It's all good. I completely understand why you didn't feel up to doing anything with me physically.”