@seneca-rolfe / he had grabbed her bottom when she’d allowed him to kiss her in the car. a habit he had gotten quite used to ever since she had first escorted him back him and allowed him to own her for a night. it had the perfect size for his palm. almost like it was made just for him. and the dress he had chosen for her tonight showed off the goodies perfectly too. perfectly, to show off a little bit when they walked into the restaurant. just perfectly to make clear that regardless of the years of absence, jonathan hawthorne still had it.
at the table, the whole time unless they were eating, he had held her hand and done his best to make her laugh. jon wouldn’t admit it, but he was fully invested in their arrangement which had yet to be named. not that he’d dare to chose the label. he was just glad she tracked along even if it was in return for thousands and thousands of dollars. “you know ...” he offered half a smile to her. “if you got a little more time on your hands tonight i would love to give you your christmas present already.” thumb rubbed over the back of her hand, eyes hopeful as he had already set up the surprise for her. it’d be a shame if he had to sent it to her instead and he wouldn’t be there to witness the expression on her face. a true shame.
