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Chapter 2

We pulled up to this Italian restaurant that I've always wanted to eat at, but never got the chance to. Putting the car into park, he undid his seat belt before arching his back to stretch it out. It had to be one of the most beautiful sights I have ever witnessed. He turned the key and jerked it out of it's place, and then slid it into his pocket. I reached to open the door, watching my every move to make sure not to fall. 

I successfully made my way out, slamming the door shut. I stumbled over to his side of the car, ankles shaking. I felt his gaze wash over my entire body, taking me in. "I can't get over how incredible you look. You're drop-dead gorgeous, of course, without the dropping dead part." Oh god, here we go with the blushing again. He grabbed my hand and lead me towards the door of the restaurant.

As soon as we walked in, the smell of tomato sauce and garlic bread filled my head. Italian food just so happened to be my favorite food as well, so I guess I had hit the jackpot tonight. The perfect boy eating the perfect food and then watching the perfect movie...I guess you could say it was pretty perfect. 

The hostess sat us at our table immediately. There was hardly anybody in here considering that it was a Friday night at 7pm, I wonder why. I sat across from Liam, but I desperately wish that we could sit next to each other so I could feel his warmth beside me at all times. The waiter filled both of the pre-set glasses with water, and as he walked away, Liam began to speak. "So, how excited are you that we're going to be working together for the next couple of months? We'll get to know each other VERY well." He winked, causing my heart to melt.

"Eh, you're alright. I don't know how I'm going to put up with you until the final production," I laughed sarcastically. The only thing I was going to have trouble putting up with was resisting the urge to throw myself at him every moment I was in his presence. He laughed too, nodding his head up and down before saying "Same here, you're so annoying," but he said it in a very high-pitched voice, I guess trying to impersonate a girl. 

I splashed some of my water at him with my finger tips, and just as I let my fingers slide off my thumb, the waiter came to take our orders. Shit, we hadn't even looked. I quickly opened the menu, running over every word with my eyes, carefully looking for the ravioli, my favorite Italian meal. I finally found it, and told the waiter. Liam ordered a stuffed shell, which sounded extremely delicious. After the waiter left, he looked right at me. "Ya know Jessy, I really like you. I know I don't know you, but I can't help myself from wanting to call you mine, even though that's impossible at this stage in the game."

I couldn't say anything, so I just smiled, and of course, blushed. "I know exactly how you feel." The words must have just pushed their way out, because they just poured out of my mouth and I certainly wasn't thinking enough to come up with something like that. 

He smiled, causing my brain to completely stop all together. God must have heard my mute cry for help, because after sitting there for a good minute in awkward silence, the waiter came out with our food. If that hadn't of happened, I probably would've started drooling all over the place. I just couldn't help myself, he was a-ma-zing.

We ate our meal with little conversation in between bites. The food was incredible, definitely some of the best I've ever had in my life. We both cleared our plates completely, causing me to feel like a pig. It was the first date, and I was already showing how much of a fatass I am. He looked at my cleared circle of porcelain as the waiter picked it up, startling me. He chuckled, looking back at me. "What?" I asked, confused as hell. "You're new to this whole dating thing, aren't you?"

"How can you tell?" I was so embarrassed. "Babe, I've never seen a girl eat that much on the first date." Are you kidding me? He's saying something about my eating habits? I just shrugged and gave a faint smile in his direction. He grabbed my hands, laying them down with his atop. He looked at me, our eyes meeting. I could feel his stare in the pit of my stomach. "And I loved watching you eat every single bite of that ravioli. I also love how you're not afraid to be yourself, showing off your impressive plate-cleaning skills." Well that made me feel a lot better. He picked my right hand up and brought it to his lips, pulling his head down a little to reach.