Gemme: ButterfliesMature

I find it rather hard to eat when the food comes, my heart is still beating fast and I have no idea why. It’s like I’ve just met him again. I’m trying to control my breathing without having to eat as well. But somehow I manage and just as the pleasant atmosphere promised the food was gorgeous. They were generous in the portions too, leaving me quite full.

I nurse the last little bit of water left in my glass, still absently looking out to the sea beside us. It was beautiful and artistic and as I looked to Luca, cheesy I know, but the view just got better and my heart still refused to slow. “So, what is your plan after this?” I wondered, concentrating on breathing normally despite my flushed cheeks.

 The background noise was only a slight murmur of couples whispering to each other. Candles flickered on the table, casting a dim glow over our faces. The decor was modern, but still felt homely and welcoming. The waitress was warm and inviting and the whole experience was amazing, despite the fact that Luca thought it was ‘Stereotypical.’

He smiled and gestured at the sand out of the window, "I have a bottle of alcohol free wine and a blanket in the car. I figured we could go sit on the beach a while." The beach, another beautiful beach moment, it seemed like that seemed to be our most romantic spot and why not?

The beautiful setting sun casting a warm glow over golden sands, the clear waters gently lapping against the shore; it seemed like paradise and well, for us, it was.

My heart raced a little more and I just nodded, trying to hide my further blushing cheeks by drinking the rest of my water, "sounds nice," I whispered, pushing my glass away from me a little.  

Noticing my blush, he shrugged. "We don't have to. I didn't mean for you to instantly think I mean we have sex out there. I'm capable of having a good time without it, y'know." Oh my, he got the complete wrong idea. That wasn’t it at all, no, not at all!

"No, that's not it at all," my eyes widened a little and I shook my head, "I'm blushing because my heart won't calm down. It's like meeting you for the first time all over again. I'm head over heels, that's all!" I guess only now have I truly felt it; trust Luca to think of sex to be the cause of my blushing.

His smile returned, "at least meeting me this time around is a good way to meet me. Not to mention the fact that I'm a much better person to meet now than I was when we first met."

"Well, I guess it's more like meeting you for the first time, the third time around. You're lucky. Not many people get this many chances at first impressions," I smiled, hoping that my amnesia wouldn’t prove a touchy subject that ruins the night. I’ll take note not to mention it again.

He nodded, "am I doing a good job of it so far?" Hmm, I didn’t think he’d ask how well he was doing. I guess, it was amazing; he’s making my heart beat fast, he’s taken a lot of thought into planning this. I mean alcohol free wine. I’m glad he remembers the petty things about me.

"I'd say good was an understatement."

"Just don't have a heart-attack on me, okay?" he laughed and I just smiled back.

“You shouldn’t be so damn good looking then! You shouldn’t treat me so well and flatter me.” I laughed slightly, I mean, if he didn’t make me fall for him so hard I wouldn’t nearly be having a heart-attack on him. I look at my slight reflection in the glass beside us and smile; my miss-matched eyes were practically glistening, my skin was flushed a light red and a permanent smile twitched at the corners of my lips, even when I tried to keep a straight face.

I looked back at Luca and thanked him, I couldn’t help it. It was a habit.

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