Romance On The Table นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Noru joked… or was he really joking? "No, no, no! I'm perfectly fine with Yu-erm... Cami!" "M'kay then. We'll be going to our table now, bye!" Then the other two left together. After that, Toma complained about their presence to me for a while. But I was left with a slight gaping mouth when I saw Noru groping on Hino's ass from afar. I've been seeing too many unpleasant sights for a while now, haven't I?

The little cute candles on the table were also giving the same glow so it made the table look all fancy and magical. “Didn’t know the dining table could look like a 7 star hotel with just bulbs and candles “ said Hazel, already bringing her phone out to take some pictures. “What is going on ?” I asked again and before someone can process the whole thing and give me an answer. A soft and a familiar romantic music started playing in the background, it was one of my favorite songs that keeps me calm when I’m reading, it was sung by Stephen and Em. ***I would never fall in love again until I found her"

Tinsely commented as he shows her around, and teaches her a few things. Finally, a few minutes later, they both settled in for a delicious dinner, Lorenzo made sure to include that. The table was littered with red alluring rose flowers, all assorted meals on the table, with candlelights. It was romantic! As both couples sat on their chair, opposite each other, they looked at each other blankly and then started to laugh and talk as they dive into their meal. “This is delicious,” Tinsely moaned, savoring the spicy spaghetti.

We were ready to face whatever the future held, knowing that our love would always guide us through the darkest of times. *** In the evening, Jonathan surprised me with a romantic candlelit dinner in the garden of his home. Soft music played in the background, creating an ambience of tranquillity and love. As we sat at the table adorned with flickering candles and a bouquet of fragrant roses, I admire the effort he had put into making this evening special. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting a gentle glow on our faces. “You truly know how to sweep a girl off her feet, Jonathan.” I praised him, a smile playing on my lips.

The cruise ship is still at its harbor, waiting for our departure which I don't know when. The table is set for our grand lunch and we get seated around the long table, twelve of us. Adrian at the far extreme and l at the opposite, we exchange a wink upon looking at each other, at the same time which evolves into a blush. We would be holding hands if he was near but still he is romantic, we are romantic from the distance we are.

I cautioned myself, “This is Gavin Pierre, pull yourself together!” Besides, it was a contract marriage, one that didn’t need consummation, but damn my body for betraying me like that- we wanted two different things. As I walked through the hallway back to him, I was mesmerized by the scenery before me. The dining table was set ever so beautifully, with two plates of salad and steak served in fine wares. A candle light lit in the middle of the table, with soft music playing in the background. The smile came involuntarily.

Then she looked at me again. “Well,” she said, voice all honey and blades. “Isn’t that adorable.” My smile didn’t falter. But under the table, my nails bit into my palm. Two women. Playing nice. With blood in our teeth. Sabine lifted her glass like she was watching a live show. “So romantic,” she cooed. “We love a decisive man, don’t we, Andrea?” Andrea’s smile twitched. “I suppose. Some people prefer slower burns.” Connor choked. On air or shade—it was hard to tell.

Did I mention he was a romantic? There are two chairs opposite each other, platters covered and candles, whose flames are dancing. There's also a bouquet of flowers on one side, red roses to be exact and wine chilling in a bucket. Beside the table, there is a blanket on the sand with another one that's folded on top. The sun is already setting so we're practically alone. I turn to him feeling overwhelmed. This feels like too much. Too intimate. It's as if he's looking for more than a holiday fling and I don't know if I can give him that. ***************************************************

Her friends insisted on throwing her a celebration dinner. Ellis had made the reservation. Callum brought flowers. Colton came late, carrying a tiny gift bag and his usual grin that made half the girls in the café blush. And Micah was there too, sitting quietly near the end of the table, a sketchbook balanced on his knee. He wasn’t supposed to come — Amelia hadn’t even realized Ellis invited him until she spotted him, half in shadow, looking slightly uncomfortable with the noise. But when their eyes met, he offered a polite smile and a small nod, as if to say congratulations from across the chaos.