"Garlic or no, I'm still kissing you," he chuckled as a waiter wove his way through the tightly packed tables over to them.
He ordered in his steadily improving but still hesitant Greek and turned back to Ginny when the waiter went to put in their order. "I missed you," he murmured, reaching over to lay his hand over hers. "I have to admit something... I nearly beat up a man because of you."
Flashing her a sheepish grin, he looked back down at their hands. "He recognized your name and said you had a great ass and legs and I tried not rising to the bate. And then he asked if you were a great fuck and I um, lost it. I nearly ripped the guy's throat out, literally. It... scared the shit out of me."