DEZMOND

Dez handed the waitress his menu then watched her walk away. He relaxed in his chair as he turned his attention to Spring. She surprised him when she agreed to go to lunch with him even though he showed up unannounced at her job. But the kiss she greeted him with surprised him more.

"So," he fingered the condensation on his glass, "you like kissing."

Spring's head whipped up so fast he was certain she would feel an ache later. Her eyes fluttered and she looked away. It was such an innocent response to such a bold act. (A delightful mystery, Spring is.)

"I'm sorry about that. It seems I keep..."

"Keep what?"

Spring looked down at something, maybe her napkin, but Dez waited for her response. He sat forward.

sighed. "Honestly, I have no real excuse. I am sorry."

waved his hand dismissively. "Don't be. I enjoy kissing you. I

"On?" she asked.

you want to continue the 'No personal info' clause. I like you, Spring. I want to see more of you, get to know you. Will

away a few times but when it seemed as if she came to some kind of resolution, Spring looked at him. He waited about as long as the suspense lover in him wanted to make her wait earlier, but clearly, he wasn't holding the cards in

table. "My name

She smiled.

of Spring's hand. "Dezmond Rey, of the DC Rey's." He squeezed her hand just a little before releasing it. "So, is your family one of the old prestigious ones

chuckled,

guessed you were from the south. I haven't heard even a hint of an accent. Do

informed him. Spring used her finger to hook some stray

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