Camila Almada's POV
After how many minutes that we have spent on our food and talked about ourselves, I was sipping on my wine when Nicolas signaled for a check. The waiter came and he took Nicolas's card. I felt guilty as I wanted to pay for my half.
"no, it's an honor to treat someone as beautiful as you," he said as he signed the check. He took his jacket and I took my handbag before we left the restaurant. It was a chilly night and I'm still wearing my sundress. It was not built with heat thermal technology.
"here," Nicolas said as he put his jacket around my shoulder. I can still smell his scent on his jacket. It was minty and musk. It was masculine and so intoxicating.
"shall we?" He said as he looked at me. We went to my side before he opened the door. I looked at him as he looked at me. I gazed at his lips before I stared into his brown orbs. I wanted to kiss him, badly.