Fool's Gold Book 1

Chapter 19

"Stop peeking."

I was told to keep my eyes closed but it was difficult with the suspense.

"Harry, just tell me where we're going. What if I'm overdressed." I could tell he was humored by my annoyance.

His hands were around my waist as he lead me forward.

"You're not, just keep walking. We're almost there."

I wore a fitting dress that stopped a little before my knee, though fit for a formal occasion. My legs were long and bare with the company of my warm colored wedges. I loved it, but I knew it was because Harry had picked it out for me. My steps were uncertain and the air was a lot warmer than the outside's in comparison.

"Okay, stop." He chuckled through his words.

"I'm glad you find this funny." I said.

The chuckling continued.

"Open your eyes now."

My eyes flew open in impatience. It was beautiful. He'd brought me to The Rain. It was an art restaurant I'd always wanted to. I'd never mentioned it to Scott, the girls, or anyone else. The ceiling mimicked the night sky, bringing it significantly closer as if to look at it through a magnifying glass.

I didn't speak. I was a sucker for these kinds of things and I wondered how he'd known. I felt his hands against me again, warm and therapeutic to my body.

"You like it?" He kissed against the skin of my neck. I closed my eyes briefly to realm in the feelings he gave me.

"How'd you know about this?"

His fingers intertwined mine. "I may have, accidentally, stumbled into your Art Room." He sounded guilty.

I faced him as he looked down. My grip tightened on his hand at the thought. I'd never let anyone in there. I swallowed as I began to feel the root of my insecurities. I hadn't yet said anything choosing to decipher whether I found this romantic or a invasion of my privacy.

But for now, i'll let it slide.

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"So, what else did you find, accidentally?" My tone was interrogative as we sat at the table, waiting for our server.

"I wasn't snooping, I swear. You'd left the door open and apparently the window too, I felt the chill on the way to the bathroom."

I looked down choosing to avoid eye contact for the moment. My hair was brushed from my face with my fingers in thought as I fiddled on my cartilage piercings nervously.

Just then the waiter had come up to the table as my eyes settled on the warmth of the surroundings. It was quiet and peaceful from wall to wall, the glow from the ceiling falling upon us.

"May I take your drinks?"

I'd looked up at him briefly to acknowledge his presence. His name tag read Justin. He was well dressed, his eyes were winter blue almost grayish and I could tell he'd probably gotten a haircut recently. I wondered what the girls would have thought of him. I looked away as his eyes made contact with mine.

"Water, thanks."

I could tell his eyes lingered on me as I fingered my hair back again, looking across the dimly lit room at the other guests.

"Uh, Justin is it? Eyes over here if you may." His voice was deep and serious, as I looked at him oblivious as to what just happened. "Manhattan Noonday for me."

The guy took his notes, before turning to leave.

"My apologies sir. Right away."

I watched as he withdrew himself. My eyes jetting up to Harry. "Harry. That was really mean."