“Look at you,” Pete grinned, sauntering up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, letting them rest on your stomach.

“All fancied up for me, hm? Is that what this is?”

Realistically, yes, but no. It was group couples date night, meaning that all Pete’s pilot buddies and their partners would be at the chosen restaurant.

“Outstanding,” He muttered against your hair, kissing your temple softly. “Absolutely breathtakin’. Takin’ my breath away as we speak, actually.”