Grace’s POV
“Stop doing this,” I whisper-yelled at Xander as he, once again, touched my thigh. His face was devoid of any expression, while mine was flush red with embarr*ssment.
After the trial, Xander whisked me away on a dream date. It was already pending, he asked me once before too, but my life was nothing but a whirlwind of frisky situations and we never got a chance to go on a date.
But now here we were, under the warm lights, in the high-end restaurant, where soft music was flowing in the air with the warm scent of summer and spring combined.
I wish I could stay here forever.
“We can, If that’s what you want.” Xander smiled at me, and I realized that I had spoken the last sentence out loud.
“You were not meant to hear it but I just feel relaxed, like when you go back home aft
