Then Be Mine

Clara

“I told you not to use endearments,” I muttered.

He only gave me that lazy, infuriating smirk. I rolled my eyes because I knew he wasn’t going to stop.

A young server appeared and led us through the quiet, candle-lit private restaurant. “Right this way,” she said, guiding us into a curved, velvet-lined booth behind a screen of tall plants. It felt private.

“Why a private booth?” I asked, sli