engulfed her. The
compliment didn’t exactly embarrass her—it took her a moment to realize
that what she felt was pride. Unconsciously she found herself sitting up
straighter, holding her head higher.
Scott
sighed. “I, on the other hand, did exactly the opposite when I chose to mesh in
with the popular clique.”
Melissa
opened her mouth to object, but just then the waiter came by with their
entrees. A platter of Scottish salmon was set before her, and an herb-encrusted
rack of lamb before Scott. Both being fairly hungry despite the appetizers, she
set aside what she was about to say for the moment and dug in.
After
finishing a good-sized portion and two buttery asparagus shoots, she set down
her fork. “Scott, even though we didn’t spend a lot of time together in high
school, you were one of the nicest jocks I knew. You never flaunted your
superiority over anyone. There was hardly a single person in our class that
didn’t like you. I never thought of you as pretentious.”
Scott
shook his head ruefully. “I tried my best not to let myself get sucked in by
clique politics, but I failed. I
got too caught up in it all and look at what happened. I let go of some very
special friendships…like ours. I’m
so sorry.”
“Scott…”
“It
was the worst mistake I’ve ever made.”
Melissa
pressed her fingers to her trembling lips. “You don’t have to apologize, Scott.
It’s okay, really.”
He
took one of her hands and held it between both of his. “No, it isn’t. I should
never have let you go. Things could have… things could have become so much more between us if I hadn’t.”
Melissa
smiled. “I always thought so too.”
His
smile returned, as radiant as she’d always remembered it being. Her heart
pumped a little faster as he brought her hand to his lips and pressed a gentle
kiss that sent a shiver down her arm.
“I
would like to spend more time with you, Melissa.”
She
pulled her hand back and gave him a radiant smile of her own. “Then, what are
we waiting for?”
They
quickly finished the meal and paid for the check, then left the hotel and went
wandering about the city, hand in hand, with no particular destination in mind.
Melissa’s heart felt as though it had wings—she’d never felt so buoyant
in her life. The man she’d always cared for from afar was finally within her
grasp. Just the fact that they were holding hands made her giddy.
They
came across a theater a few blocks away and paused to glance at the showings.
Melissa looked down at their clothing.
“I
don’t know that we’re dressed for this.”
“Who
cares?” Scott said with a grin.
They
purchased movie tickets for a rom-com after light-hearted debate and went in.
True enough, a lot of people glanced their way, lingering on Melissa’s dress
and Scott’s… everything. The women’s
gazes especially lingered on him for a long time and Melissa couldn’t blame them
one bit—he was hot. She held one of his arms close to her possessively
and gave them a small smile of satisfaction as they waited in line for popcorn
and drinks.
“I’ll
be right back. Don’t move.” Scott quipped, a twinkle in his eyes. He left her holding their tub of popcorn
as he went off only to return moments later with two ice cream cones.
“ Mmm … mint chocolate chip. You remembered!” She gave the
cone a long lick, her eyes fluttering closed. Scott stared at her pink tongue
and had the urge to take off his jacket again.
“I
could never forget,” he said with a mischievous smile. “Partially because I
could never understand how anyone could like that flavor.” He laughed when she
elbowed him, then led her into the theater.
Properly
settled, he finally did take off his jacket, and sighed in relief. Being near
Melissa, especially when she looked so desirable, heated his blood. He tried
hard to pay attention to the movie, but more often than not his gaze lingered
on her expressive face. He loved to watch the emotions flicker