"I am telling the truth honey," George sighed and pulled her in his embrace. "Don't be like this, don't be mad. Let's go home, I will do whatever you want. I am ready to try that thing you always wanted and that other thing too."

Awkwardly clearing his throat, Carl looked at Emma. "What is going on?"

"I—"

"Can't you tell what is going on?" George answered on her behalf. "My girlfriend and I had a fight and now I am trying to coax her to leave with me."

"Girlfriend?" He raised his brows. "I didn't know Ms.Reese is in a relationship—"

"Well now you do." George pulled Emma closer before wrapping his arm around her waist.

"What the f*uck are you trying to do?" Emma whispered as she glared at him. Not only was he embarrassing her in front of her date he was also shamelessly lying.

"Can't you say? I am taking you away from here," he stated with a relatively louder voice, making sure Carl hears it.

"I am not going anywhere with you."

When Emma tried to detach herself from him, George pulled her closer.

"You know me better than I do Emma, I am not leaving until you come with me." When she did not say anything, he added, "Trust me when I tell you, I will sit here with you until you finish this date."

"Emma, do you know this guy?" Carl frowned.

"Yes, I know him." Emma answered before looking at George. "I told you we will talk tomorrow. Just go home now and—"

"Either you voluntarily come with me or I'll carry you out." When she scoffed and looked away, he stretched his arms, all ready to pick her up.

But before he could scoop her in his arms, she took a step back. "Okay okay, I'll go." Being carrying out by him from a restaurant full of people was the last thing she wanted.

Without saying anything, he grabbed her purse and coat from the chair.

Left with no other choice, Emma awkwardly looked at Carl. "I am so sorry but I have to go."

"Oh—that's alright," Carl assured her. "So when can we do this again?"

Before Emma could answer, George stated, "NEVER." He then grabbed her hand and walked out of the restaurant.

...

[Outside]

As soon as they stepped outside, Emma jerked his hand off. "What the hell was that?"

Ignoring her question, he glanced at his watch and said, "Do you wanna grab some pizza on our way home?"

"Pizza? Seriously George?" she snapped at him. "You come here, ruin my date and now you want me to have pizza with you? You are unbelievable—"

Without waiting for his reply, she snatched her bag and coat from his hand. "I am going inside—" But before she could even take a step back, he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him.

"What makes you think I will let you go inside?" He gently caressed her cheek with his thumb. "I know you are mad but don't be like this, I can't see you with some other man Emma. It makes me go crazy."

"It's not like you care," she scoffed and looked away.

"Who said I don't care?" He grabbed her chin and forced her to look into his eyes. "I care, I care a lot."

When he rested his forehead on hers, Emma's breathing hitched. She could feel his warm breath on her lips which made her heart skip a beat. They had been going out frequently for the past few weeks but the maximum they had done was hold hands like teenagers. They had never crossed the boundaries which had been always standing firmly between them for years.

She liked George, she liked him alot but seeing how he was always so reluctant to take their relationship to the next level, she had convinced herself that nothing could ever happen between them. In fact, she wasn't even sure if he liked her the way she did.

"George—" She placed her hand on his chest and tried to pull away. But to her surprise, he slid his hand that was holding her chin, to the back of her neck and pressed his lips against hers.

Emma widened her eyes in shock when his lips touched hers. She froze as she felt chills down her spine. She wasn't expecting this, she didn't expect him to kiss her in front of a busy entrance of a cafe.

Sensing her awkwardness, George didn't kiss her like he wanted to. He just brushed his lips against hers and pulled away.historical

Thinking that he might have gone overboard, he quickly apologized. "I-I am sorry, I—" He swallowed the rest of his words when she dropped her coat and bag on the floor, hooked her arms around his neck and pressed their lips together.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. And this time, he kissed her without holding back, just like he wanted to.

He sucked her lower lips and lightly nibbled them before pushing his tongue inside her mouth.

When their tongues danced together, they let out a muffled moan. His hands travelled from her waist to her back simultaneously, as he caressed her curves.

Amidst the kiss, Emma completely forgot where they were standing and there were other people looking at them. She slid her hand from neck to his chest and started unbuttoning his shirt.

But before she could even start, George grabbed her hand and slowly pulled away. He then rested his forehead on hers and sighed as he tried to control his overwhelming desires. He didn't want to let her lips go, he didn't want to let her go but he couldn't disregard the fact that they were in public.

Tucking a strand of hair behind her ears, he remarked, "I'll drop you home, okay?" When she obediently nodded, he smiled in satisfaction.

"E-Excuse me—" Carl awkwardly cleared his throat to make them aware of his presence.

....