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his head to one side, smirking as my face bursts into
flames.
    “Is there something wrong?” He asks through a smile plastered
face. I try to compose myself, but I am still blushing harder than
before. He is going to see right through me, he will know that I
was eyeing the waitress as she eyed him. I don’t want Dalton to
know how I feel about him –it would hurt too much to hear that he
doesn’t feel the same way. I couldn’t survive his rejection and I
don’t know that I would want to –if he wasn’t there. My eyes are
blurry as I stare deep at my menu, the waitress strolls back over
to our table and she places our drinks onto the old, wooden
surface. She smiles at Dalton, but eyes me wickedly. I am sure she
is wondering why a gorgeous guy like him is sitting here with me, a
pale, skinny, geeky girl, with horrible fashion sense. I bet she
wishes that she was sitting opposite him, and not me. Her dark eyes
fix on Dalton’s and she jumbles her words as she speaks.
    “What will I … I mean … what can I get for you, sir?” Dalton
hands her the menu –this is the part where he says that he isn’t
hungry.
    “Cheeseburger,” he says in a firm tone. My eyes dart to him
–why is he ordering food that he won’t eat? My fingers begin to run
across the menu as the waitress looks at me –annoyed and impatient.
I quickly fold the menu, thrust it into her hand and then make my
order.
    “Chilli fries,” she nods and then she takes one last look at
Dalton, who hasn’t noticed her feeble attempt to flirt with him. He
takes a sip of his coke as the waitress stomps away from our table.
I look after her, shaking my head and rolling my eyes at her
behaviour. Dalton’s eyebrows push together at the taste of his
drink and I have to ask him why he is forcing himself to
eat.
    “Dalton…” I say but he jumps in –not giving me the chance to
speak.
    “I know what you’re going to ask me, so I will give you an
answer before I hear those pesky words. I’m eating because it
wouldn’t look right, you eating and not me. I have to maintain my
image and I can’t risk people getting suspicious, do you
understand?” My face bursts into flames –again. He has just told me
off and I feel like a naughty school child. He leans in closer to
me, reaching out his cool hand for me take it. I blush again and
then I place my hand into his. His eyes close at my touch and I can
see that he is breathing through his desire. His white lips are
shaking and his hands are gently breaking mine. The pressure from
his fingers and the coolness of his skin, has me speechless,
powerless and in complete awe of him. I want him, I need him, and
he is my world.
    “Why can’t you stop blushing?” He says as his eyes jolt open.
On cue, I blush again at his words. He laughs and then he pulls his
hand away from me, smirking at some private joke that only he knows
about. I pull my loose hair around my neck; suddenly I am conscious
about my wounds. Dalton watches me, glaring with his eyes a pale
shade of blue. I nervously tap my fingers on the surface of the
table and Dalton lets out a deafening laugh at my
actions.
    “What is wrong with you?” He says as he presses his lips into
a hard line.
    “I’m not sure I know what you are getting at?” I say
sarcastically. He smirks and raises a dark eyebrow at me. Oh, the
sight of him has me powerless. I try to compose myself as I want to
maintain my cool.
    “You seem, nervous. Have I done something to unsettle you?” I
shake my head at him as I reassure him that I am fine and that he
hasn’t upset me.
    “No, it’s just everything, you know.”
    “I don’t know, explain.” He commands.
    “The whole Rachel and Nicholas thing, it has me worried, I
guess.” Dalton nods his head, running his fingers through his hair
in a sexy, alluring move.
    “You should be worried,” my heart pounds at his
words.
    “Saying things like that, isn’t going to make me feel any
better?”
    “I’m not here to make you