Asmodeus- the God of LUST ✅

8. Movie night (1)

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Y/N-

Saying yes to the date with Samuel might be a good thing for me, his company can be considered nice. That's another matter if the date didn't feel like one.

He was busy with his phone throughout, okay... It was bad, like really bad. I went on a date after so long and yet it felt more like a date with myself. Where I was enjoying my company more than his. He made me feel awkward, out of place, and simply neglected.

I sat there restless, sipping the frappe through straw lightly so that it doesn't finish soon. And still, the only words we exchanged were non-existent. It seemed his mood was off, his mind stuck somewhere else. But he definitely took me off-guard by asking something completely unexpected even for him.

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FLASHBACK-

"Did you enjoy the muffin?" he asks with his full attention on me, his emerald eyes staring right into my blue ones making me freeze at the spot. 

I tried opening my mouth to say something as he was gazing at me like I was his last meal and he has been starving for decades. Words stuck back in my throat, I was staring at his lips as he was uttering those words out.

Shifting in my seat, my gaze falls upon his slender fingers and busted knuckles... Did he fight someone? And then my gaze suddenly catches the small cut just below the left corner of his lips. The button-down he wore was open, showing a white t-shirt underneath. How his muscles kept flexing whenever he tries to move or shift in his seat.

How his eyes dance and demeanor changes every time he catches me looking at him.

I did catch something odd while ogling him though. I won't deny the fact that he's handsome as hell, but there is something strange about his vibe that I didn't catch it yet. His shirt sleeve slid up an inch giving me a view of his forearm covered in ink. It was like a paw print but it wasn't of a dog.

He saw my gaze upon his forearms and adjusted back his shirt scowling a little, but only for a second before giving me the same practiced smile. God how much I hate them.

I nod circling my lips around the straw, sucking in the sweet vanilla coffee frappe, staring right into his eyes, answering his previous question. Of course, I enjoyed the muffins, that's the only thing I have been enjoying in his company.

"I want to date you y/n as girlfriends and boyfriends do. A real couple." He blabbers and I almost choked on my drink. This made me sit straight, coughing, not being able to digest this impromptu confession.

Was I ready for this? NO, the constant coughing and heavy breathing were proof of that.
No, I have watched enough movies and got proposed to a lot back in Canada, people here were scared of the guys surrounding me so no one had the guts to approach me but this is not how you ask someone to be your girlfriend...