Stifling her further questions throughout dinner proved to be a much more difficult proposition than Cecilia had expected. She ate her pasta and drank her wine in relative silence for the simple reason that she could think of few things that she wanted to ask besides what in heaven's name was going on. Of course the fact that he had said that she would find out after dinner didn't help at all, because that quite literally told her that something was in fact happening, which was in some ways worse on her curiosity than simply wondering if he was just acting oddly for no reason at all.
When he finally stood up and offered her his hand, Cecilia did her best to not stand up too quickly to follow him out onto the yard.
She enjoyed this, don't get her wrong. It was nice to have a quiet, romantic evening this way, and to just stroll peacefully with her very handsome boyfriend under the trees of his vast property. That was, when she didn't get the feeling that he was trying to hold off on her surprise.
"It was wonderful," she answered him. That was an honest opinion--even admidst her mind's constant working at all possible scenarios of what was to come after the meal, she had noticed that Cael was an unexpectedly accomplished chef. "Maybe from now on you should be the one cooking around here."
As if. Cooking, however badly, was one of the only things she could do to prove her worth around this place. That and sex, anyway.
As they continued to walk along, their everyday conversation began to run thin, and Cecilia found herself growing helplessly impatient, hopelessly quickly. Just like at dinner, she unwillingly grew more and more silent the further they walked, just to stop herself from asking him one more time.
But seriously, how long was this going to take?
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