I don’t n on killing you after mating.


    Although, pull another stunt like Friday and you should definitely watch your back


    I hold my breath as I wait for his reply.


    Seven?


    I smile broadly and reply.


    Pick me up?


    My mind goes into overdrive and a text bounces back.


    XX


    I pace around in my bedroom as I wait for my Irish Fiasco. I’m nervous and it’s an all to familiar


    feeling since I met him. With full, loose hair and minimal makeup, I am wearing my woolen white dress


    which I wore when I saw him at the club. He told me that night that he wanted my ring, and I’m hoping IMaterial ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    can entice him again. I don’t think I have ever looked forward to seeing someone so much before. It’s


    Monday and I haven’t seen him since our fight on Friday night. It feels like a lifetime ago since he held


    me.


    Vanessa and Hank are at the movies and I’m kind of d to be honest. I want him all to myself.


    Knock, knock.


    My erratic heart beats against the wall of my chest, and I ce my hand over it to try and slow it


    down. This is ridiculous. I open the door in a rush.


    And there he stands, tall, dark, and beautiful. He’s wearing blue jeans, his navy zer and a white


    shirt. His almost ck hair is long and unruly at the top. I just want to run my fingers through it.


    His intense eyes hold mine. “Hello, Emmaline.”


    I  smile  an  over  the  top  smile  and  I  want  to  throw  myself  into  his  arms,  but  I  try  to  remain  cool.


    Although I’m sure he can feel how excited I am to see him.


    “Hello, Twinkle,” I breathe.


    He raises a brow in question. “Twinkle?” He smirks sexily.


    I grin. “If you want to call me Emmaline, I am going to call you Twinkle.”


    “My name is Star.” His eyes are alight with mischief and I know he likes his new nickname.


    “But you twinkle to me.”


    We stand still, gazing at each other as the electricity zaps between us.


    The physical attraction is so strong it’s palpable.


    I  nervously  stand  still,  awaiting  his  instruction,  I  don’t  think  I  should  kiss  him  first,  although  I


    desperately want to.


    Kiss me.


    “I thought we could go back to my ce,” he says casually.


    “Oh.”


    “I could make us dinner.”


    I smirk. “You can cook?”


    “Very well,” he replies confidently.


    I smile cheekily, I really want to say if you can cook in the kitchen and the bedroom you must be a


    god, but I hold my tongue. I don’t need to inte his ego any further.


    I nervously walk across my bedroom to retrieve my handbag and he follows. He stands at the door


    and his eyes linger on the window seat. I know he is thinking of the first night we were together, when we


    made love on that seat. I frown as I correct myself. Sorry… when we fucked on that seat. There was no


    lovemaking that night. My eyes fall to my bed, knowing that’s where we made love two nightster. That’s


    where he inhaled every inch of my body and utterly ruined me for any other man.


    I’ve never been touched like that, never been loved like that. It felt like we would die if we didn’t get


    closer. Even when he was deep inside my body, it wasn’t close enough. Physically, we couldn’t be any


    closer,  and  yet  we  just  couldn’t  extinguish  the  fire  between  us-that  feeling  between  us.  I  have  never


    experienced anything like it and it’s no wonder I am totally addicted to this… whatever this is.


    “Shall we go?” he asks.


    My heart drops a little. I was hoping he would kiss me.


    “Yes.”