“You know… Fated mates are real. I hope you find what you’re looking for. I’m glad you followed your heart, Blair.” His words are sincere and there is something else there, something deeper that I quite can’t figure out or catch.
“I really hope you’re right, but thanks for the support.” I give him a small smile. Playing his words back in my head.
The rest of the conversation went smooth and was more on simple ground. We talked about our favorite colors, our favorite foods, and our favorite holiday. It was an easy and pleasant conversation, allowing me to get small glimpses of this man before me. Even the silence was enjoyable; there was no awkwardness, and it felt like we had been around each other for years.
I went ahead and ordered the chicken parmigiana, and Asmodeus got a giant plate of lasagna. Our meal came with bread, and we ordered some wine with our dinner. After we finished eating our main course, we still had room for dessert, getting something to share with one another. I got a piece of tiramisu cake, and he got some cannolis. The food was delicious.
I sat there for a moment after we finished the dessert in contentment, glad I wore a dress because I was stuffed. “Why are you purple?!” I blurt out. It has been at the back of my mind constantly since I first met him.
He chuckles at my outburst. “Have you been thinking about me? It seems you have been awfully focused on me,” he raises his right eyebrow, a smirk on his handsome face.
I shrug my shoulder, not sure what to say. I sit there in silence for a second, studying him. “Maybe I have been thinking about you, but it’s hard not to focus on you.” I admit to him, and myself in the process. I wanted to deny it, but where will that get me? I’m only going to omit how much he has crossed my mind.
A devilish smile spreads wide across his face, a gleam in those emerald eyes. A dark chuckle escapes him, sending shivers down my spine. He leans in close to me, our faces inches apart. “Mmm, I think I like the fact that you’re thinkingabout me. I’ve been thinking an awful lot about you too.” I feel his breath against my skin, his words setting me ablaze.
“Is that so?” I murmur, our eyes locked on each other.
“Oh you have no idea, little one,” he growls, suddenly feeling something warm and solid wrap around my ankle, sliding up my calf.What in the world?
“Please tell me that’s you and not a snake or bug on my leg right now,” I whisper at him.
Another deep chuckle comes out of him. He leans in close, “don’t worry, I’m the only one that will be touching you from now on,” his words ending on a growl.
“That’s a bit presumptuous of you,” my breath hitches. He searches my face for a moment, nodding in understanding as he pulls himself back. I reach out, the loss of his warmth and closeness sends a pang through my chest. I appreciate him respecting my boundaries, but I don’t want him to pull away from me.
I suddenly feel nervous. “I-I want you close. Please don’t pull away,” I admit to him. Afraid he is going to close himself off now due to my comment. I hate to compare Asmodeus to Heath, but that was one thing that frustrated me about Heath. He was always closed off and reserved. I always assumed it was because of his parents and the way they treated him, even if he never admitted that to himself.
Asmodeus nods in understanding, his hand coming to rest on my leg, “okay, I won’t. I promise.”
“Thank you.”
He gives me an understanding smile. “Of course, anything for you. Which brings me back to the important topic of the evening, hearing the reason as to why you think I’m purple,” he whispers.
I groan, “okay okay fine, just don’t make fun of me.” I huff.
“I would never,” he says with a serious tone.
I nod my head a few times. “Okay, well my first thought was maybe you cosplayed, but then I thought about it more and came to the conclusion that you have some weird skin disease or disorder that changes your pigment.” I gnaw on my lip, trying not to fiddle with my hands from the nervous energy coursing through me.
He studies me after I am done with my explanation, “those are valid assumptions. But none of those apply. Gotta think more outside the box, Blair.” A smirk crosses his lips. More outside the box?
“How outside of the box are we talking here, big guy?” I ask, very confused. Like no way right? No way in all get out of here is he saying he is some paranormal being.
A deep laugh escapes him. “God you’re cute as shit. Think beyond the realm of possibilities. Things that are written in fantasy books,” he shrugs, like it’s no big deal.
“If that is the case, then why is no one else freaking out about you being violet colored?” I question as I look around us and no one is gawking at the man in front of me.
He hums, “because I don’t want them to. I put a glamour on to hide the true me in order to fit in.”
“What do you mean by having to put a glamour on? You mean like a magical glamour?” I was confused. I thought magic wasn’t real, and here he is, telling me that he uses magic on a regular basis.
He nods his head. “Yes, exactly like that. You buy a spell that protects you from being seen. Or at least what you don’t want others to see.”
Now it was my turn to laugh, well more like snort,of courseI had to go and snort“There is nothing about you that screams “fit in”, you know that right? You stick out in a crowd.”
“Oh yea? How so?” amusement bleeds from his tone.
I scoff, “it’s like you don’t look at yourself in a mirror,” I roll my eyes. “For one, you’re massive! Like everywhere! You’re very tall, and bulky. Your eyes are extremely beautiful and breathtaking that they almost seem fake. And you look absolutely perfect! No blemishes or scars. And don’t get me started on your hair and how glorious and shiny it is. I bet it feels like silk.” His cheeks suddenly get darker. Oh gosh, is he blushing? I recount in my head what I said, and then blush myself, realizing I probably said too much and sound like a stalker, guess he wasn’t wrong when he asked if I was thinking about him.
