Seduced Fall ✔️

17. The Date

Clara Carter

His words ring in my ear multiple times like they do in every other dramatic movie. To say my eyes are widening would be an understatement. Are my ears are playing some sick pranks with me?

This can't be true! The Stefan Peirce wants to go on a date with me?

These aren't the words I'd expect to hear from him. Ever.

I'm not sure how long it's been since my brain stopped working. But Stefan doesn't say anything, leaving me staring into the infinite depths of his confident eyes.

Come on, Clara, get your jaw off the ground. He never asked you to marry him. It's only a date. No big deal.

I clear my throat a few times and glance at him.

"You need to first ask me if I want to go on a date with you."

He notices the desperation in my voice, the hesitant, uncertain glances I give him, and the frantic fidgeting of my fingers.

"Fine. Let's stick to the traditional then," he says as he walks to the opposite side of the car to open the passenger door.

"Ms. Clara Carter, would you like to go on a date with me?"

Blush creeps up my face with butterflies in my stomach. As my cheeks heat up, my eyes immediately fall to the ground.

I've gone on dates before, but this one feels different. Stefan's different.

His patience with me is commendable. He holds the door open for me. There isn't a single line on his face that regrets anything he's doing.

I catch a glimpse of him through my lashes, biting my inside cheeks to keep from smiling like a lovesick 16-year-old who just had her first kiss.

Should get in the car? Should I go with him? Is this what I want out of whatever relationship we have? A hundred questions run through my thoughts, but none are answered.

I take a hesitant step towards the door, but before I can get a seat, he circles his arm around my waist and pulls me back onto his chest.

My breath catches in my throat. His touch adds more fuel to my blush making the hair on the back of my neck stand straight. He breathes deeply on my neck, his arms tightening around me.

Stefan knows what he's doing, doesn't he? He's freely touching me on a campus where we're supposed to keep our distance. I hope no one is watching us since it would be too embarrassing for me.

My neck instinctively leans back on his shoulder. The way my body reacts subconsciously to his every word and touch is terrifying, but avoiding it is impossible. His sinful lips get closer to my ear.

"First, I need you to answer with a yes or no."

His whispery, deep voice close to my ear generates a flurry of emotions in me. My legs are paralyzed and my wrists are pinned down, but even if they were free, I doubt I would have dared to flinch.

Why do I even bother to sound smart in his presence? This handsome bastard twisted my attitude against me!

God, take me to hell right now. I want to get out of here without having to deal with his smirky expression. This is very humiliating.

"I'm waiting for the words, Clara."

He wouldn't just let me go, would he? I'm sure he's got that insane smile of proudness on his lips right now. I gather up all the strength and gulp hard.

"Yes," I whisper, I didn't even notice that my backpack had fallen from my shoulders to the ground.

"Yes, what?"