“Oh, my,” she gasped as we stepped out onto the balcony that boasted a stunning view of this part of the city. The downward sweeping vista drew the eye, and the expression on her face was worth every penny.
“Your waiter is ready whenever you are.” The hostess placed our menus on the table and let us be. The orange glow of the evening sun picked out the subtle highlights in her hair as I came up behind her.
“Where is everyone else?” She didn’t turn around, but I knew she could feel me behind her, and her shoulders relaxed as I found my lips ached to kiss the delicate curve of her neck.
“When I dine here, I get the patio to myself.”
“Why?”
“Because,” I brushed my lips by her ear, “I can.”
“Must be nice getting everything you want.”
“It comes with a cost.” I pulled away, knowing if I kissed her neck it would be my undoing. “Would you like to have a drink before we order?”
“Sure.” She waited a beat before she joined me.