Free Trust Me? The Trust Me? Trilogy by K E Osborn Page B

back and bend down to pick
    it up. Aiden lets out a small laugh, like I’m amusing him. As I bend down to pick up the fork from the decking, I bang my head on the corner of the table, making it wobble. The vase of flowers tumbles over, causing a small amount of
    water to leak all over the crisp white tablecloth.
    “Ouch,” I say out loud as I rub the top of my head. Aiden stands up and rushes to my side.
    “Are you okay?”
    “Yeah, I’m such a klutz.” I sit back up in my chair, and he squats next to me, holding my hand as I continue to rub my head.
    “You sure? Are you feeling dizzy or anything?” he asks with concern.
    “I’m fine, thanks. A bit embarrassed, yet again.”
    He takes my hand in his and gives it a soft, tender kiss. “You are clumsy, aren’t you?” He stands up and heads back to his chair and sits down.
    I can’t help but laugh at him.
    “Be careful, Moronic Smart-ass Man. I hope you know how to swim,” I say to him casually as I glance over to the pond.
    “Oh really?” He smiles. “If I’m going in the water, so are you,” he says confidently.
    “Oh, yeah? I’d like to see you try,” I say as a dare. Next thing I know he has jumped up from his chair, holds me from behind in a bear hug, and is heading to the edge of the deck.
    “Oh my god, don’t you dare!” I yell at him, laughing at the
    same time. I turn around in his grasp so I am facing him, and I place my arms around his neck. His arms encase my waist, and we stand, our bodies touching ever so slightly, staring deep into each other’s eyes. The chemistry is
    electrifying, my butterflies surging back into motion. It feels as though we are staring at each other for the longest time, but of course, it’s only moments. He tilts his head slightly. This is it. This is the moment; he’s going
    to kiss me. I lean in a little closer, close my eyes, and...
    The waitress clears her throat. I open my eyes to see Aiden glaring at her.
    “Sorry to interrupt, sir. Your meals are ready.”
    He looks at me apologetically. “Thank you,” he says
    politely. She places the meals and drinks on the table. She picks up the flowers and put them back in the vase, unfortunately with no water, and walks away. He leads me over to the table.
    The gnocchi is very hot, so we eat the garlic flat bread,
    which is now cold. It tastes so amazing, with just the right amount of garlic, butter, and herbs.
    “Have you liked your surprises?” he asks.
    I look into his eyes, those gorgeous bright blue eyes, and
    feel myself becoming intoxicated by him. I quickly snap myself out of it. “Yeah, a pink Cadillac, that was amazing. Oh, and this garden is amazing, and the waterfall is amazing, and this food is amazing. It’s all so... amazing!”
    “You’re amazing,” he murmurs under his breath, thinking I can’t hear him. “Glad you approve, but the night is still young,” he says matter-of-factly. I wonder what he means by that, but I don’t answer. I am busy
    eating this amazing garlic bread. He continues eating. We both pick up our glasses at the same time. He holds his out to meet mine.
    “To chance meetings.”
    “To chance meetings.”
    I manage about three-fourths of my meal. It beats me. I have
    another sip of my wine and wipe my mouth with the napkin.
    “That was amazing.” We both laugh at my over use of the word.
    “Yes, it was a good choice.”
    I tip my head. “I am amazing, after all.” I wink at him and laugh. He smiles, now knowing that I heard him earlier. He lets out a laugh, puts his napkin on the table, and stands up.
    “It’s just about sunset. Let’s take a look.” As the sun is
    setting behind the waterfall, he walks over to me and puts his hand out. I take it and stand up. We walk hand in hand to the edge of the deck. We both lean on the railing next to each other, our arms slightly touching. We watch the sun go
    down in silence. The chemistry surging between us is exhilarating. He slowly puts his arm around me. There