"Here you go, gorgeous."

Zara smiled at the man and took the glass of wine he just poured her. "Thank you."

"You are most welcome," he said, smiling back at her. He brought his glass to his lips as he watched her take a sip. His intrusive thoughts were getting the best of him again while he watched her lips turn a tinge redder.

Only God knew how many times he had imagined kissing her for the past five years. He wished he could just lean in and kiss her now, but as the gentleman that he was, he shook his head to get rid of those thoughts.

"What's wrong?"...