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âYeah? What if I want to see it all? Can we have a tour of the American South?â Sophie would happily let Rhett take her all around. She had never shied away from new experiences, but especially so when it meant as much to her as seeing where he came from did.Â
Each day Rhett meant more and more to her. It was both terrifying and exciting.
She was about to ask him something else when a waiter came over with a bottle of wine. Either he had no idea who she was, or he just didnât care. Or maybe he knew and wanted to see if she would slip. Either way, it was beyond uncomfortable. Oh, how Sophie wished she could taste that wine. She could imagine how well it would compliment their meal and how the alcohol would warm her.Â
She wanted it, and thatâs why she said no. She clenched her fists to ground herself and explained to the waiter that she wasnât interested. Once he was gone she glanced at Rhett through her lashes. âSpeaking of rough edges,â she tried to joke.
Rhett let out a little laugh, nodding his head lightly. âOf course, Miss. We can do anything you want,â he replied, smiling as his gaze settled on her. Warmth spread across his body; he was happy. Actually happy.
He looked up when the waiter came by with the bottle of wine, the smiles wiped from both of their faces. Rhett knew, of course. It didnât take much googling to find out from the start, and of course theyâd talked about in the dark when the rest of the world was completely forgotten.Â
Rhett wasnât really sure what the proper etiquette was in such a nice restaurant. But, fuck it. Sophie was hurting and he wouldnât have it.Â
Sliding out of his chair, he moved to kneel beside her, taking her hand in his. Though she tried to joke, Rhett didnât laugh. Just gently squeezed her hand. âI donât mind rough edges either, Miss,â he responding, letting his thumb slowly slid across her knuckles. âIâm pretty good with rough edges, actually.â He offered her a small smile as their fingers laced together.Â