They ended up having breakfast at the hotel restaurant, croissants, fresh fruit and soft cheeses. She told him of her parents' bed and breakfast in Tamales Bay, how beautiful it was in the summer. And he spent the entire meal staring at her lips. Those luscious lips, god she made the simple act of eating erotic.
She smiled at him, standing, and for a moment he panicked, afraid she was leaving. She squeezed his shoulder in reassurance, "I'm going to use the washroom." She leaned down to whisper in his ear, "Maybe you could finish your breakfast while my lips aren't a distraction." She chuckled throatily in his ear before disappearing.
He groaned, he was completely transparent, not only did she realize that he was interested in her but she had caught him staring at her. He quickly did as she suggested, cleaning off his plate before she reappeared in her seat.
"You just need to know the secret" she whispered conspiratorially.
He moved his head in closer, whispering back, "What secret is that?"
She grinned at him, "The secret of staring at your partner without getting caught."
He could feel himself pinken at that comment, but firmly pushed the reaction down. He had to admit that he loved the idea of her being his partner, in anything, even life. "Do tell."
"You have to concentrate, keep talking, even if your eyes stray to your partner's lips or the sexy cleft in their chin that you are just dying to run your tongue over."
His eyes widened, not quite believing what he had actually heard. Looking at her, she didn't look entirely sure that she had said it either.
Sara had her head down and was actually cursing herself for saying something so forward out loud. The first man she had even considered getting close to in years and she was going to scare him away before anything happened.
He took a deep breath, gathering all of his courage, "I suppose it would sound immature if I asked you up to my room to make out."
Her eyes rose to his, "Not if I say yes."