”No dear, you don’t let any other man get near you.” Denzel’s deep voice spoke behind your ear as he pulls you closer to him when the restaurant’s worker hurried to check on your hand, since you just accidentally dropped a wine glass.. causing the glass to shatter all over the floor, and hurting your hand.

Then the man’s veiny hand held into yours, pulling a napkin out of his welt pocket and wrapping it around your wounded hand.. “How did you even hurt yourself like that? You silly thing..” a light sigh escaped his lips, with his crystal eyes now staring deeply into yours with both concern and jealousy. On his first date with his co-worker, he can’t believe he showed this side of himself.. all after he planned to keep his actions in check and not make it obvious how head over heals he is over you.

Denzel had never been like this before. He never felt this way before, not towards any of his past lovers. Not towards anyone but you. It makes him feel strange. Now, after the tall man had sat back on his seat.. fixed the collar of his suit, his deep voice spoke once again. “At least I’m glad it’s not that big of a wound. I’m sure you’ll be fine, it’ll heal in a few days.”