Chapter Thirty-Nine: Jessica's P.O.V.

It was the night before Dave and I flew to my house in Boston and Dave had made reservations at one of the nicest restaurants in town.

I put on one of the many beautiful dresses that Dave had bought for me. It was strapless and silver and I wore it with silver heels. I touched up my makeup and hair before heading downstairs to see Dave in a suit.

"Wow," Dave greeted. "You look absolutely beautiful tonight."

"Thanks," I blushed. "So why are you taking me to one of the most expensive restaurants tonight?"

"Well, it's your last night in D.C. and you've seen all the stores and small cafes but you haven't seen the high life of this wonderful city," he replied opening the front door for me.

Outside, waiting for us, was a long, black limo.

"Dave, you didn't have to do this," I told him as he put my coat over my bare shoulders.

"I know, but I wanted to. So don't complain," he smiled.

We climbed into the limo and the whole half an hour to the restaurant, nothing was said. But it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. Dave had his arm around my waist, holding me close while I rested my head against his massive chest. Once in a while, he would lean down and kiss the top of my head or run his hand up and down my side.

Once we got to the restaurant, the host greeted us and showed us to the most secluded and romantic part of the building.

Not much was said during dinner either. Afterwards, I was just sitting and enjoying a glass of wine and the light, cool breeze, when Dave spoke.

"Jess, I didn't just bring you here to show you the high life of D.C."

"Then why did you?"

"Because I wanted to make tonight special. Ever since I met you, I've had this feeling. The feeling that things can be different from what they are. And I definitely want things to be different between you and me."

A confused expression came across my face. Did Dave want to end what relationship we had? "What are you talking about?" I asked him.

"Jess," he said, reaching across the table and grabbing my hand. "I want to make it official. Will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?"

For the first time in my life, I had done something right. I had stayed with Dave when both Randy and Adam told me not to. I was right and they were wrong. And if I didn't leave him when they told me to, I sure as hell wasn't going to leave him now.

I smiled before agreeing to what I had wanted for the past two and a half weeks. "No, Dave," I paused. "It would be MY honor."