He had went back to sleep. I remand up, watching as the little feather on the pillow fanned from his warm breaths. The television was playing. Some documentary about a foreign rock band I have never heard of. It was strange how I found much more interest in his slumber.

The clocking was ticking, a great morning had passed and now the noon was heading our way. I rubbed my protesting stomach. It was a light rumble that informed me that I had a limited time to eat before things would get ugly.

"Can you shut your stomach up?" He rolled over.

"Good, you're up." I praised.

"No, I'm not." He pushed away my approaching arm.

"Wake up please." I drew a soft zig zag across his back, watching as his muscles tensed up. He turned over and stared at me. I smiled before I crawled on top of him.

"Why must you drive me crazy?"

I whimpered playfully, watching as his once stoned look softened. He offered me a small kiss. Willing, I took it.

"You want to play again?" His eye brow arched.

"Maybe later." I crawled off of him. "Right now, I'm starving."

He ran his hands down his face before he sighed.

"Thirty minutes. I can meet you down stairs so we can slip out."

"Great." I grinned.

I slipped from his crumbled sheets and began to collect my clothes before I left his bedroom to return to my own...

I was ready now. Dressed and ready to go, I met Xavier in the main garage where his truck was waiting.

"Hey?" I walked over to the passenger and reached for the handle. Before I could tug, I was stopped and pulled away. He was staring at me. The color in his eyes now burning with passion. His fingers collapsed around my neck, he pulled me in for an energetic kiss.

I found myself melting into his kiss. It was like a surge of energy sparked from our contact. Before I could become lost, I broke the kiss. The brightness in his eyes faded once I extended the gap between us. I looked around to make sure were surely alone.

"Don't worry, no one is around." He teased me.

"I just-I just think it would better if we kept this between us. I don't want to be your distraction." I pleaded with him.

He eyed me intensively. It was a glare that I did not find comforting. Before another word could break the tension, he slowly nodded in understanding.

"I understand." He confirmed.

He pulled open the passenger door, his eyes fixated on something afar. I took a seat. He closed the door. It was the distant look that he gave when he got into the truck with me that almost made me feel sort of bad...

I glanced out of the window, watching as the trees and buildings passed us by. It took me while to actually question him about our destination.

"You will see when we get there." His answer became repetitive. It was becoming a problem.

That was until he pulled into a parking lot by a small establishment. A small building only blessed with a sign and a few curtained windows. The words 'Mona' Cuisine' was the signature scribbled around the large sign.

Then there was the delectable aroma that swam across the parking lot. The intense smell of steak and potato. It was like a pull. I paced ahead, nearly forgetting that I had company lingering behind me.

I turned to rush him, determined to pressure him to stop dragging his feet. His eyes were burning into me. The heat from his gaze nearly burning the flesh from my butt. His chiseled jaw tensed.

"Xavier?" I wanted to know where is mind was. His eyes shifted up to my eyes.

"That dress. Kind of short isn't it?" His perfect eyebrow arched.

"Well..." I looked down at the mid-thigh bodycon dress and the jean jacket that covered my frail arms. "It looks fine to me."

With a wave of my hand, I flagged him. I did not find an issue with my dress but obviously he did. Towering over me, he stopped me from going any further. He pulled me closer. I stopped breathing as I watched the black swirl swallow up the color in his eyes.

"I would suggest this dress not be seen again. Okay?" He sought to intimidate me with a snarl.

"If it makes you feel better about yourself, than fine, forget the dress." I looped my arms around his waist. Standing on the tip of my toes, I placed a small kiss on to his cheek.

I felt the tension in his body ease before the color in his eyes reappeared.

"Now can we go eat?" I whined.

"Come on." he escorted me into the door...

The restaurant was small yet beautiful. A comforting establishment that fit to please the most diverse crowd. The restaurant was bright but with a neutral color. Some tans, some whites, and some nude colors. The tables were properly space from the next, allowing privacy to be made for all. Mini glass chandlers hung from the ceiling, expelling their light over the smiling faces and fine meals.

"Is this a pack restaurant?" I questioned as he took a seat across from me.

"Thankfully it is not. This is a human establishment." He requested two waters from the waitress. "I consider it a secret haven."

"So you have you been here before?" I poked the silverware, only to find them suitable to touch.

"I tell them that I'm allergic." He eyed the fake silverware.

"They did not question it?" I toyed with my spoon.

"How could they? Now days, people are allergic to almost anything." He clarified and he was right. There was nothing strange anymore. Besides us.

I scanned over my laminated menu for something that I may like. With an empty stomach, anything sounded good at this point.

"Hi, my name is Candice. I'm your waitress this evening. Can I take your orders?" Her eyes shifted between the two of us, occasionally landing on Xavier longer than I liked. I cleared my throat to start my order. She looked at me than back at her notepad.

"Chicken Marsala with a side of steamed broccoli and sweet potatoes. Extra brown sugar on the potatoes. To drink, lemonade."

"And you?" She turned. She was all too eager to take Xavier's order.

"Yes I'm ready." Xavier confirmed. "Can I have the twelve ounce steak? Replace my sides with a side of chicken strips."

"And how would you like that cooked?"

"Medium." As he watched his menu, she watched him. As she watched him, I watched her. Her flirtatious behavior was like a needle at my skin.

"Drink?" The word left her lips softly.

"Pepsi"

"Sure." She scribbled a few more words down onto her notepad. Wondering what required so much writing, I tried to sneak a glance at her notepad.

"Will that be all?" She pressed the face of her notepad against her chest.

"A new waiter would be nice." I muttered beneath my breath, allowing only his ears to make out my comment.

"I'm sorry, I did not get that."

"I said-"

"Amira." His eyebrow fully arched, he silently warned me of my next comment.

"I said some rolls would be nice." I could start a fire by the way my teeth were grinding against one another. She took our menus and left our table.

"Play nice." I heard him mumble over his glass of water.

"I'm not playing." I smiled to hide my inner and unneeded jealousy.

"So, what was that?" He asked casually.

"I didn't like her attitude that's all."

"Look at me." I rolled my eyes harder than I had ever done before I looked at him. "Explain."

"She was practically flirting with you." Tension was growing beneath my fake smile.

He burst out into a fit of laughter. I watched him, searching for the comedy in this. What was funny? Me or what I would do to her?

"Your possessiveness is strong I see."

"I'm not possessive of you. She was just being rude."

He leaned back and crossed his arms, reluctant to put away that smirk.

"Hello?"

I looked up to see who had introduced them self to our table. It was a boy. Tall yet slender, nothing that I would droll over but he was still very charming. Deep dimples caved when he smiled. Dark hair shined under the chandelier. He was very cute.

"Hi, my name is Tyler. I'm your drink waiter. You requested a Pepsi?" He pointed to Xavier, who was eyeing every move that he made suspiciously. "And the Lemonade."

"Hello Tyler." I played. My arms resting on the table, I pushed up slightly to seem almost eager to know what else would leave his mouth. "Yes, you guessed it right. Lemonade for me."

"Well great." His cheeks could not help but dimple when he smiled at me. "Just to let you know, we are now offering strawberry lemonade and berry lemonade with our homemade blind."

"Oh that sounds nice. Which would you prefer Tyler?" I asked him, completely ignoring the fumes that were about to whistle out of Xavier's ears.

"I enjoy the strawberry lemonade personally."

"You love the way it tastes?" I could feel myself pushing my luck. With Xavier on the brink and Tyler's dimples growing pink with a blush, I knew it was time to quit the game. "Well I guess it's the strawberry lemonade than. Thank you."

He left than returned with our drinks within moments. It was almost as if he was all too eager to return to us. Smiling, he placed our drinks in front of us before he walked away.

My straw between my lips, I glanced over at the man just across from me. A once prosperous smile was now a daggering frown. Anger was signed across his face. Those once bright eyes had faded in color and those perfect lips that thinned.

"Are you okay?" I played concerned.

"You are testing me." He grinned. Not one I found amusing. More like concerning.

"How so?"

"You don't want to play this game with me. You will not like it." He threatened.

"I like games." I kept up that charade, even despite my doubts.

"DONT.DO.IT.AGAIN."

"Then don't pretend like I'm the only possessive one here."

I could see him easing up on that anger before he rolled his eyes. To ease his running mind and inner demon, I gestured to him that I was sorry. Rubbing my leg against his, I watched the monster in him die down.

"Don't. I will take you to the truck." He warned me.

I stopped from his warning. I knew that if I continued, he would keep his word and take me to his truck before my food even got to me. Instead of Candice, Tyler returned with our food in hand.

"Can I get you guys anything else-"

"No." Xavier coldly responded. The waiter nodded and dismissed himself from the table.

"Jealous much?" I smirked.

"I'll go in first." I ran my fingers across chest seductively to tease him. "Then you follow. I'll meet you in your room?"

I only had a moment of time to make it into the house before Xavier was hot on my trail. I ran up the stairs and sprinted down the hall. Before I could make it to his room, I was grabbed and pulled back until I hit the wall. He kissed me. For a split second, I did not care about who could of saw us in the halls. He pulled me up and off of my feet, taking my weight into his own hands. He barged into his room, his lips still tied to mine as he laid me down on to his bed.

"Ah hm." We heard someone clear their throat.

Within a second, Xavier was pushed off of me and I was standing on my own two feet. My head lowered. Showing my respect became my only go to at this point. My heart was racing as my face was burning up like a blazing fire. What did she see? Saying that I was embarrassed was an understatement.

"Hello, Ms. Abby" I mumbled.