Again, the feeling of being loved is swarmed all over him. Brandon found a hard time saying just anything.
"You…" he gulped, " sometimes your little confessions make me warm all over the inside. Do you realise you make them?"
"Confessions? No." Killian gave a small shape of his head. "I simply say what I want."
So is it that simple for him to just think of something and say it?
Sometimes, I feel like I should be the same. You think what is going on in my mind and that's it. Why must I think about things too much?
In some ways, he wished to be like Killian.
The waiter had already started serving them, leaving servings of appetizer on their plates, each. The moment the waiter walked away, a few seconds later, Brandon had taken the first bite.
"Wow," he spoke with his mouth full. "I guess I can tell why this place is so famous, and the chef is renowned for his work."
