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“You’re fucking brave just packing your shit and moving. I know I’m glad about the fact,” he says with a little smirk on his face. I catch his meaning and my face burns. There is no hiding it this time because we are right beside one another.
He chuckles and I’m saved by our food arriving. She slides it in front of us and my mouth waters at all the different kinds of food to try.
Terror thanks her and grabs a napkin rolled with silverware inside. He unrolls it and sets the napkin in my lap and hands me my fork.
Why is it so cute that he did something so thoughtful? He does the same thing for himself, and I can’t tear my eyes away from him because where in the world did this man come from?
He looks up from his food and gives me that grin that says that holy shit, he is trouble.
* * *
Terror
* * *
For the first few minutes during our date, I can feel the fucking nerves rolling off her.
I want to hug her and ask her who the fuck has hurt her to the point she thinks so low of herself?
Because, fuck.
She is so beautiful; looking like that should be a crime. I couldn’t stay across the table a second later, needing to be close to her.
Even when her hair was in a messy bun on top of her head and working hard in the diner all day long, doesn’t discount her beauty.
Every fucker in this restaurant never took their eyes off her the second she walked through. But I had the thrill of knowing that she was with me.
I look over at her eating, her eyes bright and beautiful. She will know that she is the best there is and I will make it my mission to make her realize that shit.
chapter three
Meghan
Dinner was amazing. I offered to pay for the food, but he snatched the check so fast I got whiplash. I couldn’t help but laugh at the hurt look on his face at me even asking.
“Well, that is new,” I say on the walk out to his bike. He turns to look at me as he gets the helmet out of the saddle bags.
He gives me a confused look.
“This is the first time that I’ve actually not paid going on a date.”
His mouth opens dramatically, and I try not to laugh at his reaction, but it is the truth. This is the first time someone has truly taken me out on a date.
“What the fuck kind of shit is that? If I ever let you pay a fucking thing, it’s time to sign me up in a mental institution because I’ve lost it.” He makes a disgusted face and I cover my face laughing at his reaction.
Through my hands I can see him watching me, smiling.
I bend over and grab my hair tie off my arm to throw my hair into a bun. Just as I bend over to gather my hair, someone lets out a loud whistle.
I look at Terror to see if it’s him and from the pissed off look on his face, it definitely was not him.
I turn around and look at a man that is in a parking spot across the street. “Yeah baby, come sit on daddy’s lap,” he yells once more when he sees that I have spotted him.
I want to throw up. Why do some people think this sort of thing is attractive? All it is is disgusting.
* * *
“Ready to go?” I ask Terror, and I look up to see him not in the same place as he was.
