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She nods, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and nerves. "Dinner sounds nice right about now. All that crazy stuff at the shop made me hungry."

A soft smile spreads across my face, knowing that we've shared something intimate today, something that feels electrifying. I lead Y/N to a nearby upscale restaurant, where the ambiance is warm and inviting, the low lights casting a soft glow. As the host recognizes me, his demeanor shifts to one of respect and awe, guiding us to a secluded booth in the back. I slide in next to her, close enough that I can feel the warmth radiating from her skin.

Once we're settled and our orders are placed, an awkward silence envelops us, thick with unspoken thoughts. I notice Y/N fidgeting with her napkin, her gaze darting around the room, and my heart squeezes at how adorable she looks, a hint of uncertainty in her beautiful eyes

"Y/N?" I say, my voice gentle, trying to pull her back into our little world. I lean in closer, wrapping my arm around her shoulders, the contact sending butterflies fluttering in my stomach. "We should talk about what happened earlier."

Her cheeks flush, a soft pink that only adds to her beauty. She swallows hard, looking at me with those wide, expressive eyes. "Okay. What do you want to say about it?"

I lean forward, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, intimate and serious. "I just want to make sure you're comfortable with everything. I don't want to push you too far."

A spark lights up her eyes, and I can't help but feel my heart race as she replies, "Oh. No, you didn't. I wanted it. I just wasn't expecting it to happen like that, in such a public place. But honestly, I've been thinking about you a lot since the first time."

Relief floods through me, and I chuckle softly, my body leaning closer to hers. "Good. I don't want you to feel pressured. Our situation is complicated enough without adding that layer. It's nice to just enjoy each other, giving into these guilty pleasures."

She gives me a small smile, and it feels like the sun breaking through clouds. "I appreciate that. I enjoyed it... a lot."

Before I can respond, our waiter arrives with our drinks, disrupting our moment. As he sets them down, Y/N eyes my glass of vodka curiously, tilting her head with that adorable, inquisitive look that makes my heart flip.

"Would you like to try it?" I offer, sliding the glass toward her, excitement bubbling within me at the thought of sharing this moment.

She hesitates, biting her lip, then nods slowly. "I've never actually had vodka before. Just wine.""Take only a small sip. It's strong," I warn, my voice low and teasing, a playful grin dancing on my lips.

With a mix of curiosity and hesitation, she lifts the glass to her lips, taking a tentative taste. Her face scrunches adorably as the alcohol burns its way down her throat, and she coughs slightly, pushing the glass back to me. "That's intense," she says, reaching for her water, her cheeks a delightful shade of pink.

I laugh, enjoying this little moment. "It's an acquired taste. We can find something milder next time, maybe a cute cocktail just for you."

The playful banter continues as we dive into more comfortable conversation, my hand sliding onto her thigh beneath the table, brushing my thumb gently against her soft skin. I feel possessive in a way that sends shivers down my spine; every touch feels electric, like I'm marking my territory. I want everyone to know she's mine, but it's also more than that—I want her to know it too.

While we share bites of our meal, Y/N talks about her dance background, her passion evident in the way her eyes light up. "I miss it," she admits, pushing her food around her plate. "Dancing was such a big part of my life, and now it feels like it's gone."

I contemplate her words, a thought forming in my mind. "Maybe we could find a way for you to continue dancing. Public performances might be out of the question, but I can set up a studio in the penthouse."

Her face brightens instantly, her eyes sparkling like the stars. "Really? You'd do that for me?""Of course," I say, my voice earnest. "It's important to you, and therefore, it's important to me." I stroke her leg gently, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin, and she squirms slightly under my touch, making my heart race even faster.

"I appreciate that," she says softly, her gaze dropping to her plate, but I can see the warmth spreading across her cheeks.

As we finish our meal, Y/N stifles a yawn, the events of the day clearly wearing her out. But it's a cute kind of exhaustion, and I can't help but admire her as she leans against the back of the booth, her eyes heavy with sleepiness.

"I think we should go home ," I suggest, knocking back the rest of my vodka, my heart pounding at the thought of what awaits us at the penthouse.

"Yeah, that sounds wonderful. It's been quite a day," she replies, her voice soft but tinged with excitement.

We leave the restaurant, and as we walk to the car, Y/N presses against me, her warmth enveloping me like a comforting embrace. I feel her lean into my side, her head resting against my shoulder as we ride home in the limo. The peacefulness washes over me, her gentle snoring like a soothing lullaby, and I revel in the simplicity of this moment, knowing that in this chaotic world, I've found a slice of heaven with her.

When we finally arrive at the penthouse, I gently wake her, my voice a soft murmur. "We're home," I whisper, my heart racing as her sleepy eyes blink open, looking around in a daze.

"Already?" she asks, her voice thick with sleep, and in that moment, I realize just how much I cherish her presence.