nervous that Taylor would try and seduce her into his bed, like he had done with all the other available shifters.
She wasn’t sure what type of date Taylor was taking her on, so she decided to dress casual-fancy. She wore dark blue skinny jeans, a white frilled-shirt, and black heels. She hoped the outfit would be enough for any place they went.
At seven o’clock on the dot, her doorbell rang. Standing on the other side of the door was Taylor. He was wearing his usual blue jeans, but he had changed into a black button-down shirt. Gemma couldn’t help but appreciate the way the tight shirt clung to his strong arms.
“Are you really sure you want to go on a date?” Taylor growled, causing Gemma to look away from his arms to his face. She was surprised to see desire in his eyes. Usually, men merely gave her a glance before turning away to much more beautiful women.
“I’m sure.”
“Such a shame, I would love to tear those clothes off your amazing body and devour you.” Taylor licked his lips, as his eyes travelled the length of her body.
“This was a mistake.” Gemma shook her head before trying to close the door, but Taylor slammed his large hand against the wood and shook his head at her.
“I’m sorry. I promise not to make any more remarks like that. Please, let me take you out.” Taylor held his hand out, a small smile on his face.
Gemma sighed before placing her hand in his, surprised at the sharp snap of electricity that flowed through her. Taylor frowned, shook his head, and led her down the path to his car. He helped her inside the tall vehicle. She didn’t want to question where they were going, since she liked the unknown.
She was pleasantly surprised when Taylor rolled up to the beach. She had yet to experience the beach here. In fact, the last time she had been to one was when her parents took her when she was a small girl. The smell of the salt, fish, and sweets hit her enhanced senses as soon as stepped out of the car. She couldn’t help it when a smile blossomed on her face.
“I thought the beach would be a good idea. I mean everyone likes the beach, right?” Taylor shrugged before pocketing his phone and wallet and taking her hand in his.
“Where would you like to go first? Are you hungry or we could go to the arcades?”
“Maybe we could eat first, I missed lunch.”
“Of course, I know a brilliant crab hut a little way down the beach. You’re not allergic to seafood are you?” he asked, as a look of worry crossed his face.
“No, I’m not allergic to anything,” Gemma said, as she chuckled and headed down the beach with Taylor. She enjoyed listening to the random little facts he was spouting out, like how the fountain by the arcades was nearly two hundred years old and how most of the sand of the beach was imported. She could see how much Taylor truly cared for this town, as he spoke proudly and fondly about it.
Taylor motioned for her to sit on the bench outside one of the huts. A young teenager girl headed out of the little hut, a hat the shape of a crab on her head. She was smiling as she headed towards them, holding two menus in her hands.
“It’s okay. We know what we want, Angie.”
“We do?” Gemma leaned back slightly and smiled at Taylor . Call me old-fashioned, but I liked it when men order for me , she thought.
“Yes. We’ll have four of the crabs. Bring the protective sheets, too. It’s bound to get messy,” Taylor said, as he winked at Angie. Gemma watched, as the girl blushed and rushed away.
“Come here often, do you?”
“I used to come here every weekend with my parents when I was a little boy.”
“Used to?” Gemma placed her hands on the table and couldn’t help but smile when Taylor reached across and wrapped her hands in his.
“My parents died when I was nineteen. They were driving home from my cousin’s wedding and something jumped in
She wasn’t sure what type of date Taylor was taking her on, so she decided to dress casual-fancy. She wore dark blue skinny jeans, a white frilled-shirt, and black heels. She hoped the outfit would be enough for any place they went.
At seven o’clock on the dot, her doorbell rang. Standing on the other side of the door was Taylor. He was wearing his usual blue jeans, but he had changed into a black button-down shirt. Gemma couldn’t help but appreciate the way the tight shirt clung to his strong arms.
“Are you really sure you want to go on a date?” Taylor growled, causing Gemma to look away from his arms to his face. She was surprised to see desire in his eyes. Usually, men merely gave her a glance before turning away to much more beautiful women.
“I’m sure.”
“Such a shame, I would love to tear those clothes off your amazing body and devour you.” Taylor licked his lips, as his eyes travelled the length of her body.
“This was a mistake.” Gemma shook her head before trying to close the door, but Taylor slammed his large hand against the wood and shook his head at her.
“I’m sorry. I promise not to make any more remarks like that. Please, let me take you out.” Taylor held his hand out, a small smile on his face.
Gemma sighed before placing her hand in his, surprised at the sharp snap of electricity that flowed through her. Taylor frowned, shook his head, and led her down the path to his car. He helped her inside the tall vehicle. She didn’t want to question where they were going, since she liked the unknown.
She was pleasantly surprised when Taylor rolled up to the beach. She had yet to experience the beach here. In fact, the last time she had been to one was when her parents took her when she was a small girl. The smell of the salt, fish, and sweets hit her enhanced senses as soon as stepped out of the car. She couldn’t help it when a smile blossomed on her face.
“I thought the beach would be a good idea. I mean everyone likes the beach, right?” Taylor shrugged before pocketing his phone and wallet and taking her hand in his.
“Where would you like to go first? Are you hungry or we could go to the arcades?”
“Maybe we could eat first, I missed lunch.”
“Of course, I know a brilliant crab hut a little way down the beach. You’re not allergic to seafood are you?” he asked, as a look of worry crossed his face.
“No, I’m not allergic to anything,” Gemma said, as she chuckled and headed down the beach with Taylor. She enjoyed listening to the random little facts he was spouting out, like how the fountain by the arcades was nearly two hundred years old and how most of the sand of the beach was imported. She could see how much Taylor truly cared for this town, as he spoke proudly and fondly about it.
Taylor motioned for her to sit on the bench outside one of the huts. A young teenager girl headed out of the little hut, a hat the shape of a crab on her head. She was smiling as she headed towards them, holding two menus in her hands.
“It’s okay. We know what we want, Angie.”
“We do?” Gemma leaned back slightly and smiled at Taylor . Call me old-fashioned, but I liked it when men order for me , she thought.
“Yes. We’ll have four of the crabs. Bring the protective sheets, too. It’s bound to get messy,” Taylor said, as he winked at Angie. Gemma watched, as the girl blushed and rushed away.
“Come here often, do you?”
“I used to come here every weekend with my parents when I was a little boy.”
“Used to?” Gemma placed her hands on the table and couldn’t help but smile when Taylor reached across and wrapped her hands in his.
“My parents died when I was nineteen. They were driving home from my cousin’s wedding and something jumped in
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