on Rick's right didn't wear any expression, his blank stare clearly on me.
I took a peek back at Westley, and I noticed the mature expression he carried as he stared back at the people in question with a bold expression. It was hard to explain the feelings it gave me, a concoction of boldness, protective vibes, with that returning possessive vibe.
Some may have worried about the possessive part getting in the way or being a problem in the future, but for me, it was rather pleasing to see.
"They're looking our way because…"
"The server from earlier. She's one of this semester's blazing horseman for our freshmen year. They're the remaining three."
"I'm not one to judge on first appearances, but aren't they supposed to give off a powerful, ‘I'm a badass horseman’ vibe or something?"
"Sort of." Westley relaxed against the velvet booth, urging me to do the same with his gentle hand. I rested against him, and I gave him a look of curiosity.
"I wanna make Rick jealous."
"If you want to do that, why not just kiss me or something?"
Dammit, brain! Why aren't you filtering my thoughts?
I was ready to follow up, but Westley silenced me with the touch of his finger against my lips while he leaned over me.
We remained in that possession for a few seconds, and I could see the amusement dance in his eyes as he observed my reaction.
"I'd kiss you, but I want it to be legit rather than for show," he admitted and moved away. "Though I think I did the trick."
His eyes darted back down to see Rick's furious face. The three of them moved out from the dancing crowd around them.
"Why is Rick suddenly making it seem like he owns me or something? Last time I checked, he was a victim and almost died from my wrath," I huffed in annoyance.
The fact he was spreading my name around in merely a week was giving me anxiety that I was purposely shoving to the side. I didn't want it ruining my night or date, but I didn't want a repeat of what happened three weeks ago.
"Wanna have some fun?" Westley's random question perked my interest, noticing the glint of playfulness those green eyes reflected back at me.
I may have been one to have a plan or at least attempt to read an instruction manual before starting the quest to build something, but the sudden thrilling energy thrumming between us had me nodding before I could back out.
He slid me off his lap. "Let's head to the garden."
"Okay."
We slid out of the booth and headed down the side exit to the balcony. Just like we'd been instructed, we told the guard Clara's full name and got her permission to enter the garden. We were then escorted by another guard into the floral paradise.
I had to try and keep my mouth from opening up at how beautiful the scene was, especially at night. We were shown down this path until we were instructed to walk into a tree.
Yes. Walk into the thick bark of a tree.
I would have hesitated and tried to face the obvious problems with the requested move, but Westley led the way until we warped right into a room.
My eyes had to blink a few times, and I was left in shock at the glass treehouse that seemed to be hanging right above the garden filled with various flowers of different colors.
I let go of Westley's hand just to drop to the floor and press my hands against the glass beneath us and get a better look at the vast view from at least twenty-five feet above the ground.
"What is this place?"
"A glass treehouse," Westley declared. "It's one of those hidden gems in this place. I found out about it long ago but never got access before. I heard you need a secret code to be directed here. Only those that appear worthy of the view get to come here."
"What about Rick and them?"
"Even horsemen don't get access to this part, from what I've snooped up from my past visits here, and once someone or a group is in here, they're the only ones allowed here for the night."
"Wow," I gasped and looked up at him. "That means we could stay here all night?"
"We could," he replied. "But I wouldn't want my girlfriend to sleep on the floor on our first night together." His teasing smile left me in a flustered mess.
"Too fast," I muttered, and that made him chuckle as he lowered to