His golden eyes looked into hers as she smiled shyly back at him. "Why do you that, blush often? It's really cute and you're making it real difficult for me not to like you so much."

Catherine tried to hide her blushing cheeks behind her hands. "I can't help it and you don't exactly make it easy for me not to. You know what to say and when to say it. You're not exactly short on compliments either."

"It's not very difficult for me to find the words to tell you how you make me feel. It isn't often someone like you pays me any attention or notice that I even exist. I'm not exactly the type of guy who ends up with the beautiful girl."

Catherine blushed profusely. "You make it sound like you aren't cute or attractive."

Vincent smiled as his eyes lit up. "You give me the confidence to be who I am but every second I'm with you I'm trying not to lose control and show you what I truly am."

She stared at him quizzically. "What you are?"

"I hope you never have to see that side of me, Catherine. To lose control and to lose myself," he said lowly and looked away from her.

"Whatever it is , Vincent," she whispered as she gently cupped his face and forced him to look at her. "I want you to know that I'm here for you."

He shook is head and let out a sigh. "You don't know what I'm capable of."

"But I know what kind of man you are. You're the kind of man I want in my life because you constantly make me feel wanted, beautiful and safe. Do you how many guys make me feel that way? Just one. You. Vincent, every night since you came to the bar, the only thing I look forward to is seeing you walking through that door again and not because I need you to save me from my drunken customers. I don't, by the way, but I like the fact that you do want to help. It's rare to see nowadays. You're proof that chivalry isn't dead. And if it isn't clear yet, I'm here because of you. Everything you've done since we first met has only proven to me what an amazing guy you are."

"But you don't know what I am," Vincent shook his head again.

Catherine, despite the situation, smiled as she softly stroke his scar. "One thing I'm sure of is how stubborn you are. Weren't you the one who said not to let anyone ruin his date? So why are you?"

Vincent shook his head once more but added a smile. "You're right. I'm sorry. Just not use to this. I'm usually alone and by myself."

"Well you're not anymore, okay? Like you said time and again, we're on a date. So let's enjoy it instead of complicating it. I've been waiting to see you since we last saw each other a couple of weeks and I don't want it to end just yet."

His eyes burned brighter at her words. "So you were really hoping to see me every night?" he asked in his deep and coarse voice that the beast favored.

Catherine nodded. "Every time the door opened I was hoping it was you but I guess I know why you never showed. If this is what you're afraid of," she paused and stared into his sunflower eyes as he tried to maintain control. "I'm not. I've seen it before, Vincent. I've seen what you're so afraid to show me and you shouldn't be."

"You don't understand," he panted against the warmth of her breath. "This is just a preview. You haven't seen all of me yet and I'm afraid I haven't much control left especially when you're this close."

"Would you like me to move to the other seat?"

Vincent shook his head and growled. He knew he was to the point of no return. "I want you here close to me."

"Maybe, if I just scoot over to give you some space," Catherine said as she slid a few inches away from him which he didn't like. "Just for now, until you manage your issues. I'll make it worth your while," she smiled coyly at him.

"You promise?" he couldn't contain his excitement as his eyes flashed brighter than ever.

"I promise," she leaned over and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. "Behave."

Vincent smiled but then quickly pouted. "One more," he silently moved his lips as he pointed to them. "Please."

Catherine shook her head. "I'd hate for you to lose control here in front of everyone, especially my best friend, Tess. She wouldn't be able to forgive you and she would forbid me from ever seeing you again," she smiled teasingly at him. "I don't want that to happen, do you?"

"Never," Vincent smirked at her. "So you're doing this for me because you don't want to stop seeing me?" he said more flirtatiously. "So kissing me is one of your tactics to get me to behave, as you called it?"

"If it works, yes," Catherine grinned.

Vincent licked his lips as he stared at her soft and plump lips that was awaiting his kiss. "Then I promise to be on my best behavior tonight and every night we're together. How's this?" he closed his eyes for a few seconds then let his natural brown hues stare into her green eyes. "Is this much better?"

"I much prefer the ones you hide from the world because then I know you trust me to be who and what you are," Catherine replied as she softly traced his scar. "But I understand why you think you losing control because I feel the same way when I'm with you, Vincent. I'm never the one to throw caution to the wind and just go for it. I usually take my time and think things over but I wasn't sure when I would see you again."

"So if it were another guy in my position you would have turned them down?"

Catherine nodded. "I already turned them down again and again but with you somehow things don't end up the way they usually do."

"Maybe it's suppose to end differently. I'm not like anyone you've ever met before and unlike everyone I've encountered you haven't runaway yet even when I don't want you to see me."

A loud thud on the table interrupted their conversation. They hesitantly looked away from each other and turned their attention to their annoyed waitress.

"Here's your drinks and nachos. The rest of your food will be a few more minutes. Is there anything else I can get for you two?" Tess asked with a fake smile plastered on her annoyed face. She didn't understand what Catherine saw in him. He was just another guy from the bar where nothing good comes out.

"I have everything I need," Catherine answered with a smile. "Vincent?"

"Same, everything I need is here."

"Okay, I'll be back with the rest of your order."

"Take your time, Tess."

"Sure thing, Cat," Tess answered before walking away.

Vincent waited until she was no longer in view. "Uh, I thought we were trying not to piss off your friend?"

"That was before she started to give an attitude. I'll talk to her tomorrow but for now I just want to be able to enjoy this date without anymore drama."

"Done," he answered as he picked up a chip with nacho toppings and placed it in front of her mouth.

"What are you doing?"

"Enjoying my date with you," Vincent smiled as his eyes sparked for a second. "Don't worry. I know how to control it, for now," he smirked. "Eat."