Chapter 618

After arriving at the beach, Mitch felt as though his heart would leap out of his chest. And the feeling only got worse as the night progressed on. He felt a little better each time Scott would mess something up. Like when he spilled wine on the table, or dropped something. Yes, he'd allowed Mitch to have a glass of wine. But only a glass. End of discussion. Mitch especially liked when Scott offered him some of what he was eating, passing a little of his steak over to Mitch on a fork, but it fell off the fork before Mitch had a chance to eat it. Mitch only giggled, but Scott rushed to get rid of it with a heavy blush on his cheeks. Scott then looked down at his lap, all the wrong things he'd done flooding through his head. "I'm sorry, Mitchie." "Don't be. Just hand me a different one." Scott obeyed him, but shook his head a little. Mitch didn't understand. But it's okay. Scott vowed not to make anymore mistakes. And he didn't, through the rest of the dinner. After they ate, Scott helpe