Den still rubbed Kaylee''s left hand as if massaging her little finger without knowing his actions made the innocent Kaylee even dizzier due to her pounding heart.


    Why does this guy like to stroke her fingers? She remembered Den did the same thing when she shook hands with the man as Roe. Why did the man rub her fingers for?


    As if lightning hit her, Kaylee remembered that her left hand was not as smooth as the other one. Kaylee pulled her left hand to avoid the man''s probing hand, but Den would have none of it.


    The man turned her hand and noticed a few calluses on her hand.


    "Your hand have calluses. Do you y strings?"


    Kaylee nodded her head. "Sometimes I y guitar and violin."


    Den''s pair of ck eyes shone at Kaylee with an admiration that made Kaylee flushed red. Not that she hasn''t blush before this, but if her blush could be redder, then maybe her cheeks would be as red as boiled crab.


    "You can y the violin? I like hearing the sound of that instrument."


    "I can y it for you if you want it."


    "I''d love to," said Den while giving a smile that could make Kaylee tremble strangely while the man still didn''t stop stroking the calluses of her fingers.


    Den felt strange and familiar with Kaylee''s hand. He felt that this girl''s left hand was the same hand he had held in Barcelona.


    But that''s impossible. His savior was Nichs Larson, and he was one hundred percent sure because he was ying a song that only the two of them knew.


    But why… Kaylee''s hand was simr to the hand of that kid who apanied him for two weeks?


    "Uhm... when will you let go of my hand?" Kaylee asked shyly.


    "Never."


    Kaylee bit her lips as she did not expect that answer. "I mean... my skin is not smooth like others. My hand looks ugly."


    "No. Your hands look pretty." To prove his point, Den opened the girl''s palms to give each finger a feather kiss.


    Kaylee felt hot steam rising from the top of her head, and she didn''t know whether her heart was as fast as a racing car or if it had already stopped.


    Didn''t Den agree they would take it slow? But why is this man''s gesturepletely ipatible with his promise? She didn''t know how many times he had kissed her hand, and she didn''t know how long Den had touched her and stroked her.


    "Uh… Mister ck, please… stop it. Someone will see us."


    Den smirked when he answered her, "Nobody will see us. I''ve already reserved this entire floor."


    WHAT!?


    Kaylee directed her eyes to all directions in this room, and it was true, there was no one on this floor except the two of them. Neither did the waitressese over to them before Den called them.


    Wait, wait, wait… Didn''t Den say he wanted to treat her to dinner to fix their impression of their first encounter? Why should he reserve the entire floor for that?


    Is this...


    "Is... is this a date?"


    "Yes." Den pressed his lips together, trying to refrain fromughing when he saw the panicked eyes glistening on her eyes.


    It seemed like it was time for him to stop teasing her before Kaylee fell unconscious. He couldn''t possibly let her pass out on their first date, could he?


    Den let go of the girl''s hand and rose to his feet again to sit back in his chair. Only then could Kaylee breathe freely and find her oxygen while trying to inhale as much as she could.


    For some reason, Kaylee was having trouble breathing, and she felt like some fireflies lurking above her head when Den looked at her gently. Her body felt hot and cold as if she had a fever when she felt a gentle caress on her fingers.


    Kaylee even still felt a strange but pleasant sensation on her left fingers as if the man hadn''t let go of her hand yet.


    Kaylee lowered her head again without knowing what else to say. Now she grasped that Den liked her and intended to make her his bride. Tonight''s meeting was also the first date. Remember, the keyword is...


    First date… This is her first date!


    Not significantly her first date with Den, but literally her first date with any guy.


    Kaylee didn''t know what to act or talk about. She didn''t even dress up and put on modest make-up thinking this was just a casual appointment.


    Fortunately, she has been educated by her parents always to look elegant and ssy. Therefore, it had be her habit to dress up every time she came out of her house.


    But… if Kaylee knew that this was her first date, she would have chosen a prettier dress and put on make-up to beautify herself.


    Usually, she will dress up, but because she is getting used to her role as Nick, who doesn''t care about his appearance, her unfit body condition makes her feelzy to dress up.


    Hhhh… Kaylee exhaled a heavy sigh realizing how stupid she is for not trying to show her best looks.


    "Miss Zouch, apart from ying music, what activities do you like?" Den started the conversation again when he realized Kaylee has managed to calm down.


    Kaylee was grateful that Den didn''t make their first date awkward and led all their conversation.


    The man also stopped making an extreme approaching and brought their chatter light and rxed.


    When the food they ordered arrived, they were still talking as if they had never run out of topic to talk about. Little by little, Kaylee began to feelfortable with Den and open up to him.


    Without realizing it, Kaylee had the initiative on her own to open a new topic of conversation as if she were talking to a close friend.


    "It''s Den." suddenly, Den dered something unrted to their conversation.


    "Excuse me?"


    "Just call me Den."


    Kaylee immediately fell silent, and for the umpteenth time that day, her face felt hot.


    "Den," murmured Kaylee in a very soft voice, but Den still heard her.


    "Yes, sweetheart?"


    BOOM!!


    Well, what can I say? Even though Den said he was willing to take it slow, but obviously, the man couldn''t do it.