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Avalyne
Adrenaline. This is what I feel. My heart is pumping like crazy, and my hands are shaky. It’s the first time a date has made me feel so excited and so anxious.Hell, I’m not sure if that’s even a date.I look at the phone to check the time.
“Shit! It’s already 7:30?” A hot wave rushes through my body as I hastily search rummage my clothes. I spent the last two hours senselessly digging through the things in my closet to find something to wear. Then twice as much time in front of the mirror that mainly served a cute decoration purpose to this day. Damien will be here in about half an hour, and I’m not even close to being ready. I hear my phone ping, and my heart skips a beat. I hurriedly search for my phone that slid underneath dozens of dresses, tops, and other things I’m not going to wear tonight and see a text from Lilac.
Lilac:
How’s it going?
Me:
I’m super stressed!
Lilac:
LOL!! ur funny!
I hope u put on something sexy ;)
I quickly slip on a light jeans dress, tightly embracing my curves, and take a selfie to send to my friend, who’s always my savior for fashion emergencies. She has extraordinary taste in clothes.
Lilac:
Wow!! Look at you! On fire, babe!
Me:
Thanks, boo!
Lilac:
I already like this dude!
He’s awakening your inner demons!
Show him your dark side }:->
Me:
LMFAO!!
What are u on??? ;D
Lilac:
You wish. I’m not telling u my secret ;P
Good luck tonight!! Hope u get laid!!!
I burst out laughing, shaking my head. I start typing a reply when I hear a doorbell, and I jump. My hands start shaking again, and I run to take a glance at myself in the mirror. I find it stupid how I suddenly care about my looks.Damien Alarie has no idea how he affects me.
I head downstairs and open the front door to a dangerously handsome man whose one gaze manages to set my body on fire. He rode here on a motorcycle with its black metal bodywork shining under the moonlight. He’s wearing a leather jacket that makes him look like a bad boy from the books I’ve read and a sexy smirk that turns my knees to jelly.
“This is for you.” He smiles, handing me a bouquet of red roses, a bottle of red wine, and a chocolate box.
“Thank you,” I blush. “That’s very gentlemanly of you.” I tease, inviting my sassiness to take the wheel.
“I wasn’t sure what to bring you, so I went with my gut.” He says, unsure, biting his lower lip, and I’m hypnotized. I’m pretty sure I’ve just done the same thing, picturing in my head what his lips taste like.
