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help but chuckle; jealous Kylee is adorable.
    “What would you wish for?” Kylee asks, catching me off guard.
    “Well, I guess if I had a wish I would want …” Kylee stops me mid-sentence.
    “Don’t you dare wish for more wishes.  No cheating.” 
    The waitress returns with a plate of warm bread and hummus—still underdressed.  Kylee wastes no time peeling apart the bread, scooping some of the blended chick peas on the end and devouring it, all while rolling her eyes at the waitress.
    “Jacoby, eyes.  What are your wishes?” Kylee reiterates.  I don’t mean to look, but I’m a man, right?   I refocus my attention on my date and continue.
    “I would want to give my parents a long vacation.  My dad retired a few years ago, leaving me the company, but he’s still very involved.  He’s not taken a real vacation in decades.”  Kylee’s look softens, like I’m breaking through her walls.
    “Then, I would want my grandfather to be alive to be at my wedding.  He was one of the most influential people in my life.  He helped make me who I am.  My grandma really misses him, too.”  Kylee looks like she’s fighting back tears.
    I’m about to tell my last wish when the waitress stops back at our table, dropping off our entrée.  I’m not stupid enough to look at her again, and the sly, smug look on Kylee’s face tells me I’m doing better than before.
    Kylee puts some of the food on each of our plates; lamb inside of a piece of pita bread, rice and some kind of meat on a skewer. 
    “I swear if you would have told me that Arabic food in Ann Arbor could taste as good as East Dearborn, I would have called you a liar.  This is delicious.  Come on, eat.”  That’s another thing I love about Kylee; she’s not scared of food.  Too many girls will order a salad or something small when on a date.  This girl is shoveling pita and hummus in her mouth like it’s nobody’s business.
    “So, what’s you r last wish?” Kylee asks, piling food in her mouth, moaning with every bite.  My dick might not survive this dinner.
    “My last wish, Ms. Anderson, is to have another date with you.”  Kylee’s face flushes and my cock aches for release.  When Kylee’s really embarrassed , she blushes just like she does when her body convulses around my length.  It’s a sexy sight, let me tell you.
    The rest of dinner goes smoothly now that Kylee’s more relaxed.  I’m sure Kylee’s thinking that the date’s over when I pay the check, but I have other plans for her.  Kylee actually takes my hand in hers without me having to ask, which surprises me.  Instead of leading her to my car, I walk to the front of the restaurant that faces the street.  Looking confused and chilly, I pull her in to my chest, draping both of my arms around her.  She looks up at me, placing her arms around my waist and resting her face over my heart as I rub her back in an attempt to keep her warm.   Since she’s no longer facing the street, she doesn’t see when the horse and carriage appear.
    “Ky, turn around.”  She reluctantly listens and her jaw drops when she notices what’s waiting for us.
    “Are you kidding me?”  Kylee turns back to me, eyes glistening with unshed tears and the most genuine smile.
    “Nope, let’s go.”  I pull her by the hand, waiting for her to take a step into the carriage and I follow. 
    I gave very strict instructions to the company I rented from, and they followed them to the letter.  I requested for there to be hot chocolate ready, a carriage with an enclosure and a blanket—three for three.  If I’m not mistaken, Kylee appears to be choking back the tears that are oh so visible. 
    “What’s wrong?”  I place a finger under her chin and raise her head to meet my eyes. 
    “Nothing, this is perfect, Jacoby.  Absolutely perfect,” Kylee whispers, resting her head on my shoulder as the horse takes off on its journey. 
    “I wanted to do something special for you.