KAIDEN
WE WERE TOUCH and go there for a second and to be honest I wasn’t sure if I had to hit a four flat for a chance of survival. Usain Bolt who!? But we’ve finally arrived, and I understand why this was kept under wraps. I remember seeing this place as one of the new hot spots of South Texas, but the photos truly don’t give the justice it deserves. When the car reaches the top of the hill, I see glowing lights beaming from a lake. The body of water is surrounded by what looks like modern renovated tiny homes that have been converted into intimate dining experiences for two. In the middle, is a floating platform that supports a dancefloor accompanied by a live jazz band and I’m in awe of its beauty. As we get closer, I notice a few of the other couples in each house, some dining, some laughing enjoying each other's company, and others dancing to the tune of their own love.
We finally pull into the driveway of the one designated for us, but this one seems a little different; It’s bigger, more luxurious than the rest. Immediately someone is there to open my door and guide me out of the car. I turn to look at Darren before I get up, but he's already outside talking to the host. Getting out of my seat, I stand on the smooth pavement and am quickly accompanied by him. As he reaches my side, I feel him staring at me intently, but I don’t acknowledge him yet because the view has my full attention. He grabs my hand, pulling me back to reality, and I smirk to myself trying to keep from being swept away. Darren continues to focus on me, his eyes more tender than the rose petals at our feet. My body warms and this sense of appreciation fills me. He seems pleased with my reaction to all of this and for some reason, I feel completely safe in his presence.
Walking up the stairs to the entry, he opens the door giving way to the most romantic ambiance that you only see in movies. And yet, it's happening to me. I walk through beaming with all thirty-two teeth and at this point I don’t care who sees. I stand in the room taking it all in as he walks around unphased by the atmosphere. I watch him, study his movements in appreciation of his poise and drip. He’s wearing a pair of navy slacks and a white button down that contours his muscles, but not too much. His cufflinks match the color of the band on his watch, while his shoes match the face of it, and I’m grateful he can dress so damn well. He definitely got a haircut before tonight and I can’t help but think he did something a little different, maybe for me? Self-centered much? His beard has been lined to his perfectly chiseled chin, while his mustache curves over his full lips and I can’t wait to feel them against mine.
An amazing aroma fills my senses, causing me to turn left where I notice the chef preparing a feast. Small desserts and champagne already line the kitchen island as she continues adding a few horderves and a selection of cheese to hold us over in the meantime. Looking down at my outfit I immediately regret my dress choice because there is no room for a food baby. Damn, I should have worn the stretchy one. I walk over to the French doors facing the lake, displaying the calm water and soothing sounds of the band. Leaning against the door frame, I close my eyes, and let the crisp breeze brush over my skin, but just for a moment. Turning around I see the servers centering the table in the middle of the floor, placing two chairs, sitting side by side. Trying to remain out of the way, so they can finish arranging this perfect night, my attention returns to Darren.
He continues strutting around the room commanding the adoration of the staff, speaking to all the hosts like they’re family. My once permanent smile slowly diminishes, my gaze dropping to the floor, as I think about why that is. Does he take all his dates here? The thought immediately escapes my mind as he steps behind me whispering softly into my ear,
“Ready to eat?”
Famished!
He reaches for my hand, finally leading me towards the table. I grasp a little tighter walking towards the open seat he’s pulled out and sit down. Pushing in my seat closer to the table with my back still turned to him, I silently prepare for whatever this night has in store.
Am I dreaming? If so, please don’t wake me up.