Raylee's POV
We drove, Demarco hand resting on mine with a smile plastered on his face. He seemed so relaxed and happy as we pulled into a restaurant.
The usual routine transpired, he opened my door, escorted me in, sat across from me taking my hand in his. His thumb sweetly swept against the back of my hand. It was calming and he did it so naturally, like he genuinely enjoy it. We ate and talked, his eyes shimmering with admiration whenever he looked at me.
Finally, the meal was over, he paid, generously tipped the waiter, then took my hand in his and lead me out.
'So, have you already made your choice?'
I nodded as I walked out, dropping slightly back behind Demarco.
I deeply inhaled. "Dem, wait." He paused, turning around with a smile that soon faded as soon as he read the expres
