YENA
“Finally,” I said dramatically as Nolan and I sat down at our table. We were in the private dining room at our old date night restaurant, back for the first time in a long time. “Been a while since we’ve had a proper dinner together. I was starting to think we’d never find the time.”
Nolan didn’t respond until the hostess was out of earshot. “I am so sorry, Princess, for my role in that matter,” he said sarcastically. “In my defense, I only cancelled once. You are the one responsible for last night.”
I quipped back, “Yes, you’re right. I am also terribly sorry. It was so rude of me to miss our dinner plans and throw a charity event instead.”
He slid his big hand onto my thigh, fondling the soft satin of my dress. “And have you been terribly disappointed in me?” he asked, locki
