Olivia

Our food arrived, and we ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes. I was acutely aware of his eyes on me, watching as I savored each bite.

After dinner, we stepped out into the cool night air. Alexander's arm slid around my waist as we waited for his car, his fingers tracing idle patterns against the silk of my dress.

"Did you enjoy dinner?" he asked, his breath warm against my ear.

"It was incredible," I admitted. "I've never had steak ...