He thought that they were going for dinner at the restaurant but the intimate beach setting was going to be too bad for his self control.
The area was decorated with various type of lanterns attached to small plants giving a romantic feel. The red table cloth screamed passion. How in the hell was he supposed to behave normally with all these arrangements. On top of all this Myra was dressed to kill. His hands were itching to touch her. He wanted to pull her in his arms, first kiss her senseless and then make mad passionate love to her.
He had to control his emotions otherwise he would do something foolish.
Ritwik was looking dashing in the black tuxedo she had placed on the bed for him to wear. The trousers were perfectly tailored to suit his lean body.
To sit in such intimate setting with him was going to be a trying task for Myra. She was aroused herself.
When Ritwik offered her his hand to walk towards dinner she was very nervous. She hoped he would like the arrangements and also he would not feel that she was too forward in asking him to take the next step in their relationship.
Dinner was a tension filled affair. Although Myra had ordered all his favourite dishes he was in no mood to eat. Sexual tension filled the air. He was hungry for her not for the food but since she had gone through all the trouble to make such beautiful arrangements he forced himself to eat.