"Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don't always like." - Lemony Snicket
♡ TAKING A BREAK ♡
Your fingers entwined, slowly with mine, and suddenly, life made sense
♡
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CHAPTER FIVE MAISIE
My eyes widen. "A date?" I stutter, especially when I get nervous. It's a habit I picked up over the years and I haven't been able to break it.
His eyes light up, looking over me with darkness in his eyes. "Yes."
I can feel my breathing start to get heavier. His breathing does too. "A date, date?"
I can see the confusion on his face in the way he furrows his brows and bites the inside of his cheek. "Yeah..." he trails off.
"Like a romantic date," I can feel my cheeks start to burn and my stomach gets all tingly.
"Maisie. I really, really, really like you," I let out a small gasp. I almost can't contain my excitement. "Yes, a romantic date, date. Wherever you want to go, I'll take you," he chuckles, smiling wide.
"You like me?" my cheeks burn brighter and I can feel the tingliness start to spread and give me goosebumps. I shiver.
"I do, princess," I almost melt at the word. Princess... Princess Montgomery. I think it suits me. But... why would he like me? I furrow my brows, looking at my hands.
"What's wrong?" he grabs my chin with his two fingers, lifting my face up so I have to look at him.
"Why do you like me?" I sound out the word 'me' more than any other.
He removes his hand from my chin, gripping my hands. He tugs forward and I lean into him, breathing in his scent. He smelled like vanilla, oddly enough.
"Maisie," he says my name. I almost faint. "You are so beautiful and so, so kind," tears start to prick in my eyes.
"When I'm with you I feel okay. Without you..." he trails off, looking down at his hands. "Without you, I just feel so lost."
Those were the words that sent me off the edge and into the deep end. My lip starts quivering and I can't stop it. He looks up, noticing that I'm about to cry. Why do I have to be so emotional all the time?
He pulls me in. I can feel his muscles shift as he wraps his arms around me. He was really soft. And really hot. Not like beautiful hot- well yeah. My cheeks heat more. But, he's really warm. Like a furnace to keep me warm in the winter.
"Where do you wanna go, princess," he mumbles into my neck. I can feel the vibrations against my skin, sending volts of electricity up and down my body.
I have a think about it, going through a list of my favourite take-out places. I think tonight should be cosy, a little movie night if you will.
"Sushi?" I look at him, expecting a weird response. But, none came. Odd, they usually all screw their faces up.
