five - understanding

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Kadens pov

I watch as her eyes shine with surprise that I own this restaurant. I love the way her skin glows and the way her cheeks flush pink.

My Princessa. Mine.mine.mine.mine.

The waiter comes and takes our drink order and she surprises me by ordering a tequila.

"I didn't take you for a hard liquor type."

She shrugs. "I drink everything besides corona, bud light, pretty much no to all beer. But I do like mikes hard."

I smile at her before ordering a tequila for myself.

She scans over the menu and I watch as her eye brows scrunch together as she tries to concentrate. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" I ask her the question I already knew the answer to but I am trying to calm the twitching in my pants. I want to reach over and pull that lip out of her teeth but I fight against that.

She looks up from her menu and smiles. "Nope, I never had one."

Thank goodness because he would of came up missing. I can check that off of my list.

"What about you? Any crazy girls I should know about?"

I smile. If you only knew that I've been saving myself for you.

"No Princessa. I am single."

Her eyes grow with shock and relief. "How can someone like you not be in a relationship?"

"Someone like me?" I ask confused.

She nods. "Well, you are definitely attractive."

I was hoping you would say that.

"How am I attractive Princessa?" I need to hear why she thinks that.

I watch her cheeks flush. They turn to a dark red and she bites on her lip before licking them and biting them again. I watch her breathing heavy as she takes a big drink of her tequila.

I reach across the table and grab her hand. It's sweaty.

Aww, I make my baby nervous.

"For starters, your curly hair but I really wish you wouldn't run your hands through it because it ruins your perfect curls."

Bad habit of mine. I run my hands through my hair for multiple reasons. "Anything else?"

She nods. "Your dimples. Even when you talk, they show. They are a winner by themselves."

I smile making sure to show them to her. I feel as her hand is getting sweatier and sweatier. I lace my fingers through hers. If her hand sweats anymore, it will slip out of my grip.

"Your full lips. They look like a soft pillow. I could only imagine the things you could do with those lips."

She smacks her head and sighs. "I'm sorry. That was uncalled for. I'm nervous and I shouldn't be drinking but I can't seem to put it down." She giggles taking another drink.

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