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The fuck she just say? She barely eats as it is because she's always so stressed—I'll be damned if she's not going to eat now that she finally has an appetite.
I signal the waiter and he comes right over. "I'd like to order everything on the menu," I say deadpan.
He bows and runs off while Lou-Lou's mouth drops open.
"What? Ricardo that's insane. There's no way I'll be able to eat the entire menu in one sitting...no matter how good the food is."
I lean back in my seat. "Then we'll get it to go and you can finish the leftovers at home."
"You're nuts," she says, but I don't miss the ghost of a smile on her lips.
She takes another bite of her food and moans. The sound goes straight to my cock and I have to remind myself that it's not what tonight is about.
She looks at the dance floor longingly before looking back down at her plate.
It's at this very moment I realize that she owns my entire heart...because I'm about to do something I've never done.
"Dance with me?"
She looks genuinely shocked and it only makes me want to do this that much more.
"You don't dance," she says while looking at me skeptically.
I stand up and reach for her hand. "I don't fall in love either, but you changed all that."
Her mouth parts in surprise as she takes my hand and I lead her to the dance floor.
"I'll Stand By You'- by The Pretenders is playing in the background and we both suck in a breath because the irony of how fitting it is isn't lost on either of us.
I twirl her around, pull her into my arms, and that's when she starts laughing hysterically.
"Didn't realize I was that bad of a dancer," I murmur while looking down at her.
"You're not a bad dancer, far from it actually. You're just really tall. Thank god I'm wearing heels or I'd never be able to reach you."
I pick her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. "You'll always be able to reach me, Lou-Lou." I give her a pointed look before uttering, "I think you're the only person in the world who can."
She runs her hand along my jaw before resting her head on my shoulder as we continue to sway to the music.
There's something powerful between us.
It's not always pretty, sometimes it's downright messy—but it's real, raw, and it's true.
And if I ever lost my way in this world—I know she's the only one who could bring me back.
"You're my missing puzzle piece," she whispers as we continue dancing.
"Your puzzle piece?" I question.
"I'm not broken...but before you; I was never whole, either," she clarifies. "You're the missing piece that made me whole. And now, you're the piece that keeps me from breaking."
I breathe her in and hold her flush against me.
I understand exactly what she means.