(Editing) On a date with Ian Somerhalder

3. Getting closer

While I walked through the hallway holding Ian's hand, I could hear whispers.

Entering the elevator, My legs froze. His hands touched my bare back. They were so soft, so warm. Never had I imagined that he would be touching me.

Coming out of the hotel, there was a limo waiting.

"I have never been in a Limo before." I confessed.

"Well, I am glad that your first time is with me." He said, opening the door for me. He was such a gentlemen.

As I sat down, he sat next to me. At first it was a little awkward but my nerves calmed down and I could speak again.

"So, Do you read allot of Jane Austen?" I asked.

"I do actually. Most people are surprised when they hear that." He said.

"I can imagine you, sitting on the couch, sipping tea and reading Jane Austen." I said, gigling.

He smiled his half smile and pushed back my hair. I blushed and looked down.

I could tell that the space between us what getting smaller, he was moving closer and so was I. His warm hands touched mine. A jolt of electricity ran down t spine and spread as a warm feeling throughout my body. I couldn't believe my reaction to him.

"So, where- where are we going?" I asked, trying to focus on something other than his hand on mine.It was almost impossible to speak when he was holding me. It was like he had something over me.

"To my favorite restaurant." He said.

I could feel the car stop. He slowly let go of my hand to open the door, but then quickly took ahold of my hand once again.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

"Ready for what?"

He smiled, and helped me get out. My eyes were blinded by the bright lights. Everywhere there they were. I tried to escape but couldn't, left, right, there they were. The lights. But somehow, between everything, I felt a warm touch. Ian was helping me go through the paparazzi.

Then, my vision appeared, and Ian was the first person I saw. He lead me through the lights and into the restaurant where they weren't allowed to enter.

"Can you see? Is your vision back?" He asked worriedly.

I couldn't see, but my vision was getting better. I wanted to reply, saying that I was better, but I felt his hands touch my face and I froze again.

"Yea." I said. It barely got out. I felt Ian sort of carry me.

The waitress escorted us to our table. Ian sat me down and himself.

"Do you always go through that? It's horrible." I grimaced.

"Yes I do. Everyday. But after a while, the flashes aren't as blinding. I am sorry you had to go through that." He apologized.

He was apologizing to me for something he had no control over.

How sweet.

The menus were handed to me and minutes later, the waitress came to ask what we would have. She didn't take her eyes of Ian for one second, and even though she obviously flirted with him, I laid back in my chair and decided what I would eat.

"I am not sure yet. Lisa, what about you?" He asked me.

He seemed very uncomfortable, obviously since the waitress was looking at him as if he was her next meal.

"I will take the chicken roulette without nuts or butter. Oh, and can I have some sour creme on the side." I said.

Ian looked at me and smiled.