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After dinner, in which Arthur makes sure to leave a hefty tip for the mortified waitress, they walk. He reaches out and takes her hand, sliding his hand down her arm as he does so. She shivers.
“Are آپ cold?” he asks, remembering her earlier words. I wish I had a جیکٹ to give her.
“No, that’s not why I shivered,” she smiles up at him.
They are quiet for several minutes. It is a comfortable silence, and they approach a park. They sit on a bench near a pond and watch the ducks.
“Guinevere,” Arthur says, and she turns toward him.
“Hmm?”
“I really like you. A lot. مزید than I’ve ever liked anyone,” he stops, assessing her reaction. “Am I freaking آپ out?”
“No.” She thinks a moment, then repeats, “No. I feel the same way. When I کہا I felt like I’ve known آپ a very long time, I was completely serious. I feel so… comfortable with you, like I could tell آپ anything. And I can’t get آپ out of my brain. That’s never happened to me before. Usually there are about three یا four trains of thought running around up there, but since last night I’ve thought of little else but you. Am I freaking آپ out now?” she grins at him.
“Not at all. I feel exactly the same way. It’s like you’re a magnet, drawing me in,” he says, illustrating his point سے طرف کی leaning in to kiss her. This time it is tender, soft, but still full of passion. He pulls away and looks into her soft brown eyes. “Would it be completely insane to tell آپ that I think I love you?” Almost a whisper.
“Not half as insane as the fact that I know I love you,” she replies, and kisses him again.
They walk some more, and come across an ice cream van. He buys them ice cream just so he can watch her eat it. He is not disappointed, her گلابی tongue licking, lips sucking at the cold soft mound of ice cream perched on its cone.
He learns that she can say the alphabet backwards. She finds out that he knows how to fence quite well. She knows a surprising amount about cars; he enjoys opera. He also unintentionally gets her to confess that she unbuttoned her shirt.
“So this counting habit آپ have. Is it just to irritate Morgana?”
“No, it’s a bit of a compulsion, I’m afraid. For example, back at the library, I caught آپ looking down my بلاؤز, کمری nine times. Before we went into my office.”
He risks it. “Well, if آپ hadn’t been دکھانا them to me, bending over in front of me and doing things like unbuttoning your shirt while I wasn’t looking, maybe I wouldn’t have looked so much.”
She gasps, but she is smiling, and admits, “You noticed that, huh?” She takes a bite out of the cone, trying to hide behind it. She makes doe eyes at him over the سب, سب سے اوپر of the ice cream.
“I had an inkling. Which آپ just confirmed, thank آپ very much,” he says, spooning another bite of his sundae in. “And thank آپ for the show,” he adds.
“You’ve taken eleven bites of your sundae,” she tells him with a grin. He laughs loudly at this.
They finish their ice cream, and Arthur looks at his watch. “It’s getting late. I should probably be taking آپ home,” he says reluctantly.
“Probably,” she says, looking up at him through her dark lashes. “You do realize I live with Morgana, don’t you?” she asks, not really sure if he’s thinking what she thinks he’s thinking.
He is. “Oh. No. I hadn’t realized.” His eyes meet hers and he says, “I live alone.”
“Oh.” She smiles.
He takes her hand and leads her to his car.
Part 6: link
After dinner, in which Arthur makes sure to leave a hefty tip for the mortified waitress, they walk. He reaches out and takes her hand, sliding his hand down her arm as he does so. She shivers.
“Are آپ cold?” he asks, remembering her earlier words. I wish I had a جیکٹ to give her.
“No, that’s not why I shivered,” she smiles up at him.
They are quiet for several minutes. It is a comfortable silence, and they approach a park. They sit on a bench near a pond and watch the ducks.
“Guinevere,” Arthur says, and she turns toward him.
“Hmm?”
“I really like you. A lot. مزید than I’ve ever liked anyone,” he stops, assessing her reaction. “Am I freaking آپ out?”
“No.” She thinks a moment, then repeats, “No. I feel the same way. When I کہا I felt like I’ve known آپ a very long time, I was completely serious. I feel so… comfortable with you, like I could tell آپ anything. And I can’t get آپ out of my brain. That’s never happened to me before. Usually there are about three یا four trains of thought running around up there, but since last night I’ve thought of little else but you. Am I freaking آپ out now?” she grins at him.
“Not at all. I feel exactly the same way. It’s like you’re a magnet, drawing me in,” he says, illustrating his point سے طرف کی leaning in to kiss her. This time it is tender, soft, but still full of passion. He pulls away and looks into her soft brown eyes. “Would it be completely insane to tell آپ that I think I love you?” Almost a whisper.
“Not half as insane as the fact that I know I love you,” she replies, and kisses him again.
They walk some more, and come across an ice cream van. He buys them ice cream just so he can watch her eat it. He is not disappointed, her گلابی tongue licking, lips sucking at the cold soft mound of ice cream perched on its cone.
He learns that she can say the alphabet backwards. She finds out that he knows how to fence quite well. She knows a surprising amount about cars; he enjoys opera. He also unintentionally gets her to confess that she unbuttoned her shirt.
“So this counting habit آپ have. Is it just to irritate Morgana?”
“No, it’s a bit of a compulsion, I’m afraid. For example, back at the library, I caught آپ looking down my بلاؤز, کمری nine times. Before we went into my office.”
He risks it. “Well, if آپ hadn’t been دکھانا them to me, bending over in front of me and doing things like unbuttoning your shirt while I wasn’t looking, maybe I wouldn’t have looked so much.”
She gasps, but she is smiling, and admits, “You noticed that, huh?” She takes a bite out of the cone, trying to hide behind it. She makes doe eyes at him over the سب, سب سے اوپر of the ice cream.
“I had an inkling. Which آپ just confirmed, thank آپ very much,” he says, spooning another bite of his sundae in. “And thank آپ for the show,” he adds.
“You’ve taken eleven bites of your sundae,” she tells him with a grin. He laughs loudly at this.
They finish their ice cream, and Arthur looks at his watch. “It’s getting late. I should probably be taking آپ home,” he says reluctantly.
“Probably,” she says, looking up at him through her dark lashes. “You do realize I live with Morgana, don’t you?” she asks, not really sure if he’s thinking what she thinks he’s thinking.
He is. “Oh. No. I hadn’t realized.” His eyes meet hers and he says, “I live alone.”
“Oh.” She smiles.
He takes her hand and leads her to his car.
Part 6: link