"What are you thinking?" I ask him.
"You really want to know?" He replies in a voice so dark and full of warning it sends a shiver down my spine.
"Yes." I say, being utterly brave.
A small smirk lifts the corner of his lips as he walks towards me...
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Dakota Black
"So, how have you been?" I ask Emara, pretending not to notice the eye roll she threw my way.
Honestly, I am too happy to care!
I am seeing her after months, and the sheer joy of holding her so close to me that I can clearly see every hair of her spider-leg lashes is unbelievable.
Even her dark circles look adorable on her.
"Uh, great! Graduating, moving on, and living my best life you know." She replies nonchalantly.
I feel a squeeze in my chest at 'moving on' but seeing how cheery and confident she looks, it somehow makes me feel warm from inside.
"That's good to hear." I say, genuinely meaning it.
The girl I met at the party was a shy, timid fresher and now here she is, graduating with her fierce boldness.
"I feel so proud of you, Emara." I say, from the bottom of my beating heart.
"Listen, can I get my degree? Coz there is a line behind me and you have got like a hundred handshakes awaiting." She snaps at me and I glance behind her to see the line which I don't give a fuck about.
They can wait!
I waited fucking months for this moment, so a few extra minutes won't kill them.
"Of course." I force a smile, before reluctantly leaving her hand.
The moment I let go, my hands instantly mourn remembering the heavenly feeling of her soft touch.
They missed her too.
As I was about to hand her the degree, I observe a slight contrast between the two siblings. "You and Ethan both have different middle names?"
"Yeah, right Sherlock!" She taunts in a saucy tone.
I smile.
God! I love hearing her voice.
"So what does S stands for in your name?" And ask her with the curiosity of a cat.
There are so many things I don't know about her!
"It's Spaghetti.." She fires back with all her sass and I couldn't help but smirk like an idiot.
Right there! That's the Emara I fell for.
"Well then, you deserve it.." I hand her the degree, unable to hide my own grin, "Emara Spaghetti Stone."
She tries not to roll her eyes and turns towards the camera.
Once again we pose for a picture, but this time my chest tightens, because I know she is going to walk away from me now.
And I am not ready to let her go, even if I want to.
