I watch as her eyes shine with surprise that I own this restaurant. I love the way her skin glows and the way her cheeks flush pink when she's surprised.

My Princessa.

Mine.mine.mine.mine.

The waiter comes and takes our drink order and she surprises me by ordering a tequila.

"I didn't take you for a hard liquor type." I say.

She laughs. "That's a funny thing to say. But, yeah, I drink everything besides corona, bud light, pretty much no to all beer. But I do like mikes hard."

I smile at her before ordering a tequila for myself.

She scans over the menu and I watch as her eye brows scrunch together as she tries to concentrate. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" I flat out ask her the question I already knew the answer to but I am trying to calm the twitching in my pants. I want to reach over and pull that lip out of her teeth but I fight against the urge.

She looks up from her menu and smiles. "Nope, I never had one."

Thank goodness because he would of came up missing. I can check that off of my list.

"What about you? Any crazy girls I should know about?"

I smile. If you only knew that I've been saving myself for you.

"No, Storm. Never."

Her eyes grow with shock and relief. "How can someone like you not be in a relationship?"

"Someone like me?" I ask confused.

She nods. "Well, you are definitely attractive."

I was hoping you would say that.

"How am I attractive, Princessa?" I need to hear why she thinks that.

I watch her cheeks flush. They turn to a dark red and she bites on her lip before licking them and biting them again. I watch her breathing heavy as she takes a big drink of her tequila. I reach across the table and grab her hand. It's sweaty.

Aww, I make my baby nervous.

"For starters, your curly hair but I really wish you wouldn't run your hands through it because it ruins your perfect curls."

Bad habit of mine. I run my hands through my hair for multiple reasons. "Anything else?"

She nods. "Your dimples. Even when you talk, they show. They are a winner by themselves."

I smile making sure to show them to her. I feel as her hand is getting sweatier and sweatier. I lace my fingers through hers. If her hand sweats anymore, it will slip out of my grip.

"Your full lips. They look like a soft pillow. I could only imagine the things you could do with those lips."

She smacks her head and sighs. "I'm sorry. That was uncalled for. I'm nervous and I shouldn't be drinking but I can't seem to put it down." She giggles taking another drink.

I smile and lick my lips.

Ask me to show you what they could do, I'll show you.

I'm like an animal. Shut up.

She looks me straight in the eyes and I watch how serious hers are. "Let's not forget why I fell for you in the first place. Your beautiful sapphire blues are what has trapped me since day one. They aren't normal blue. Not for an eye color but they are so beautiful." She shakes her head and takes another drink. "You looked like you walked out of Volge magazine. It's ridiculous!"

I shake my head as I watch her slowly have a panic attack over the words that are flowing out of her mouth.

I look up when I see the waiter coming to refill our drinks.

"Are you ready to order, Sir?" He ask looking towards the table.

I look towards Stormi and she grabs the menu and searches before looking at the waiter.

"I'll have the steak; medium rare with grilled onions on top. I would like macaroni and loaded mash potatoes for my sides. Also instead of a side salad, could I get extra macaroni?"

I stare at her amazed. I absolutely love a girl that can eat and isn't afraid to say she's hungry.

She smiles at me as she sips on her drink.

I order the salmon and tell the waiter to bring a pitcher of water. He nods and quickly turns around.

"I can't believe you are eating the fish." She says with a disgusting look on her face.

"Why's that, baby?" I ask playful.

She hides her smile with her glass. "Because your breath is going to smell like a whore house."

I spit out my tequila back in my cup and stare at her with the most shocked expression before I start to chuckle.

"I think that would be the case with tuna."

She shrugs. "It's all fish to me."

She giggles a few more seconds before wiping her eyes.

"Most girls mention my tattoos."

Her eyes examine my body. "I can't say anything about it with your clothes on." She smiles wickedly causing my groin to ache. "How tall are you? Like 6foot?"

I shake my head. "Close. 6'3."

"You have abs, don't you?"

I nod.

"You remembered my dream guy from when I was a kid......To bad I changed my idea of a man." She shrugs taking a drink.

How could I forget her dream guy? She had posters all over her walls of tattooed, sculpted men.

I feel my jaw hitting the floor and scraping across the hard floors. I was so motivated to follow the dreams of my childhood love, I didn't even think about what she could want now. How did I not think about that? Her idea of a dream husband could of changed.

I look up from the table when I hear her laughing. "Damn, I got you good, K." She leans across the table and closes my mouth. "My dream guy all those years ago is my dream guy now. Who doesn't love tattoos and abs?"

Damn, she got me good.

She sits down and takes a big drink of the water the waiter pours for her.

"But my perfect dream guy also has to have a great personality, sense of humor, funny, protective, and of course he has to be great in bed."

I slowly lick my lip as I grip my fist underneath the table.

How many men have been with what's mine? How many men am I going to have to put a bullet in?

"Great in bed? What's great in bed to you?" I ask her slowly and she narrows her eyes at me. She doesn't know what to say. "How old were you when you lost your virginity?" I ask her through gritted teeth.

"How old was you?" She turns the question around to me.

I grab her hand again and lace my fingers through hers. "Would you believe me if I said I was a virgin?"

"WHAT!!!" She yells before looking around. "What!!!?" She whispers leaning towards me.

I stare at her and put her curl behind her ear. "My mom always told me no girl wants a man who slept with everyone so I just haven't done it. Between work and everything, I don't have time or effort anyways. Honestly, I've been waiting for my missing piece."

She takes a few minutes to process what I just said before she gives me a small smile. "I haven't done it either. I haven't done anything honestly."

Thank you, Jesus!!!

Hallelujah.

Amen.

That just took a few more things off my to-do list since I don't have to hunt down the men who might of touched her.

Definitely going to have to visit a church for God answering not just one but two of my prayers.

The first one was sending me my angel.

Second one was sending her to me single.

I wouldn't of mind hurting someone but I'm glad I don't have to.

None of us will have any insecurities since we haven't experienced it with someone else either.

Now comes the hardest part...making her fall in love with me and becoming my wife.

The waitress brings us our food and I look down at my salmon a whole different way. Stormi smiles and puts something in my hand before she pulls hers away and grabs her fork. I look down and roll my eyes when I see she put a whole bottle of mints in my hand.

"For later...you might need the whole bottle." She giggles.

I could probably kiss that goodnight kiss goodbye now....damn.