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Chapter 13: Under the Candlelight
'Wow..' Peter said as he came to pick Carla up at her flat.
He couldn't help but stare at her. She was wearing a very pretty black dress, sigh at the top and looser at the bottom. Her legs were bare and she was wearing, of course, five inch heels. Her hair was loosely curled and pinned to the side slightly, and she was wearing a silver and diamond pendant with matching earrings and bracelet.
'You look beautiful' he said, stepping forward to put his arm around her waist and kiss her cheek.
'Don't look so bad your self' she said breathing in his musky scent.
For a moment it felt so perfect, she felt like she belonged to him and he belonged to her.
'This isn't all formal you know' she laughed and parted her lips ready to kiss him properly. He looked at her for a moment before responding with a full passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers playing lightly with the hair on the nape of his neck.
'Come on, we probably shouldn't be kissing like this in public he said drawing breath. She pulled away and nodded as he opened the door of his car for her and she got in.
'You look to stunning to be seen with me' he said as they drove towards the restaurant.
'Oooh well your just fine for me' Carla said smiling. She was desperate to hold his hand, feel his arms around her, so sat, her body turned slightly towards him.
He noticed this, and took his hand off the steering wheel at a red light, gently reaching for hers and intertwining their fingers.
'Are you staying at mine tonight?' Carla asked hopefully.
Peter grinned. 'Dad's having Simon for the evening, and Leanne's in London… ' Peter said.
'So your a free man' Carla replied.
'No, I've got plans' Peter winked as Carla hit him playfully.
At the restaurant.
'Hi, I've a table booked under the name of Barlow' Peter said to a waiter.
'This way Sir, can we take your coat Madam?' the waiter asked Carla who nodded shrugging it off her shoulders, but keeping hold of her pashmina.
'Thank you' she said as they took her coat.
Peter put his hand protectively on the small of her back as they made their way to their table, which was at the back, shielded from prying eyes.
Peter pulled up Carla's seat for her.
'Such a gentleman' she chuckled, sitting down, putting her pashmina on her lap.
'Well, I like to treat my lady right' he smiled.
They ordered their drinks, Carla thought it better to order a glass of fizzy water, she didn't want to tempt Peter by drinking alcohol.
As they waited for their food, they chatted a little. Peter was toying with Carla's hand, stroking the skin between her thumb and palm absentmindedly.
'Your so different when your happy' Peter said softly.
"Aren't we all?' Carla said.
'No, yes, but you just, people misunderstand you' Peter said.
'Oh, no, Peter, I'm not called c hard faced cow for nought' Carla said.
'Oh, I'm sure you can be' he chuckled.
'But..' she said.
'But you can also be..' Peter said.
'Soft?' Carla said.
'Yeah, and cute, and funny' Peter said smiling.
'Well I wish more people thought of me like that' Carla said.
'Well, I do, that's what matters right?' he said.
Carla looked down.
'I suppose' she said, running her finger round the rim of her glass.
'Hey' he said, lifting his hand, leaning forward and gently stroking her cheek.
Carla couldn't help but giggle, putting her hand over his and moving his fingers to her mouth, resting her lips against the back of his hand.
Their 'moment' was interrupted by their food arriving.
'Thank you' Peter said pulling his arm reluctantly away from Carla.
'So, you and Leanne.. you have this huge wedding to plan eh, wedding of the century?' Carla said, nibbling on a piece of chicken.
'Carla, do you really want to talk about this..' Peter said.
'Well, we're going to have to some time aren't we' Carla said.
'Carla, I love Leanne..' Peter said.
'Then what's this' Carla asked.
'This is me falling for you.. me desperately wanting to stay faithful but finding it near impossible' Peter said honestly.
'Leanne's a good women' Carla said as Peter nodded.
'One of the best, but then there is you.. and I just feel, I look at you and all I want to do is pick you up and kiss you' Peter said.
'And is that worth risking your marriage for?' Carla asked.
'I don't know Carla.. I don't like talking about it, I.. just want to enjoy this evening with you, make it just about us' Peter said.
'Okay, okay..' Carla said trailing off and having a mouthful of her pasta and chicken.
An hour later
'Do you want dessert?' Carla said flicking through the menu.
Peter grinned. 'I thought you were my dessert' he remarked.
Carla looked up and cocked her head to the side.
'Oh really? We'll have to see about that' she said pursing her lips and rubbing her leg against Peter's under the table.
He laughed a little and waved a waiter over for the bill.
'Eager to get home?' Carla said.
'I might be?' he winked