Thirty six

- MOMENTS WITH HIM

Madonna's pov

My eyes dropped to my hands and I stared at them long and hard, like they would somehow tell me what to say in

response to that. I was used to men giving me compliments. They told me how sexy I was and how wonderfully my body made them feel all the time when I was dancing.

But when I was wearing street clothes and had almost no makeup on men hardly even glanced atbme. And there was just something about the way the words came out of Oliver's mouth that made them seem so much more intense. He said it like he saw my soul, like he knew my heart as well as he knew my face.

"Here, I bought a caramel flavored concoction and a normal London Fog. Something sweet and fun or something classic," he said, breaking the silence as he pushed the two cups towards me, "I wasn't sure which one you would prefer."

"I'm a sucker for sweet drinks," I admitted, pulling the cup towards me. I glanced at him very briefly then and saw that he was still inspecting me with a gentle