I say and he nods at me,
“Hey, do you guys want to come over for dinner tomorrow night?”
I asked him as I hold my breath, this is the first time I had asked him to make plans. Suddenly he dramatically falls off his bike.
“Adonis!”
I ran over to him and he laughed.
“That's not funny I thought you got hurt!”
“I-I’m sorry ghostie you just never fail to surprise me.”
He says while laughing at me. I push him over and he springs right back up.
“Yes, I would love to come over for dinner at what time?”
I look into his eyes and he’s searching my face waiting for a response.
“6 and don’t be late.”
He nods and we get up off the road. He walks me to the door, and I unlock it, but then I turn to him.
“Would you like to come in? My mother and sister aren’t here, they had a huge Gala to go to and I thought maybe we could,”
I trail off because I notice a gleam in his eyes, there it was again the look of a man who’s been starved and deprived of their next meal. I can’t help but lose myself in his look, in his eyes, he makes me feel seen and I can’t imagine or understand why he is looking at me this way. He reaches out for me and touches my face; I fall into his hold and nuzzle his hand not wanting to break contact.
I look into his eyes again and he’s smiling, I can’t help but smile back at him.
“What is it?” I ask him, but he simply shakes his head and pulls me in closer.
“What spell have you put on me Lillypad?” He asks me and I can’t help but laugh,
“Me? More like what spell have You put on ME Adonis.”
He chuckles and kisses me, but not one of his normal starving kisses, but a sweet and slow kiss like he’s afraid this is all a dream, I can’t help but feel there is something more to this kiss, as if he is trying to tell me something he can’t with words.
He pulls away and smiles at me, he starts up his bike again and puts his helmet back on,
“I’ll see you later Princess.”
He tells me and I watch him ride away. I sigh and head inside, taking off my shoes, I head upstairs,
Adonis
I get home and hand Cylus my jacket.
“Sir, your father wishes to speak with you. He is in his study.”
I nod and walk over to my father’s study. I walk in and the scent of cigars is strong, he’s been drinking.
“You wanted to speak with me?
I say and he looks up from his paperwork.
“Have you finished what needed to be done.”
I can feel my blood run ice cold.
