I blink profusely. “I’m seriously your first ever date?”
“Woman. Am I the kind of guy who would lie about such a thing?”
“Valid point.” I grin, inwardly squealing as I lightly drag my nails through the bristle on his chin—just because I can. I get an inordinate thrill when my hands move to his hair because I have wanted to play with his hair so many times. “I love your hair.” I rub the silky strands between my fingers before fisting it in my hands.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his eyes glinting with unconcealed lust. “If you keep doing that, all gentlemanly thoughts will fly from my head and I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
Slowly, I extract my fingers from his hair, but it’s a chore.
“Ten,” I whisper, giggling when I spot his frown. “On a scale of one to ten, this date is a ten.”
“Huh.” He doesn’t look pleased, and I arch a brow. “Only a ten?” He nips at my earlobe, and I squirm. “I’ll have to try harder next time.”
I shake my head, fighting a smile. “Spoken like a true overachiever,” I tease. “It’s a ten, and the date isn’t even finished. I’m pretty sure you’ll struggle to top this.”
“Ha!” He barks out a laugh. “Challenge accepted, milady.”
I laugh, rolling my eyes again. “You’re such a dork.”
“As long as I’myourdork,” he says, and the moment turns heavier.
I smile, but I don’t reply. I don’t want to force labels on whatever this is. I just want to exist in this moment with him. He must agree because he lets it drop, and I face the front again, snuggling into his arms as I look out at the stunning view.
Dillon dots kisses in my hair, against my temple, my cheeks, and my neck, as we sit in silence, watching the gentle motion of the waves far below us, listening to the sound of excited children running around someplace behind us, and it’s sheer heaven. I could sit here like this with him for eternity.
The sun lowers in the sky, and a faint gray hue replaces the previous bright blue canvas. Swirls of cool air waft over us, and I shiver. “Time to go,” he whispers, planting an openmouthed kiss against my neck.
“Do we have to?” I grumble.
I can almost see his smile as he presses a kiss to my cheek. “Let’s grab some fish and chips and eat it on the beach,” he suggests, pulling us to an upright position.
“I think you’ve just elevated this date from a ten to a twenty.” I circle my arms around his waist, grinning up at him.
“Hell yeah!” He fist pumps the air. “That’s what I’m talking about!”