"I hate you so much," I say, making sure to meet his intense gaze, my voice dripping with playful venom.
His lips curl into a smirk, his sharp eyes never leaving mine. He takes another step forward, and I instinctively take one back-only to feel the...
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Bloody Butterflies, please, stop dancing.
Oh my god.
I can't even put into words what I'm feeling right now.
It's like my heart has joined in the rhythm of the excitement swirling around my stomach, and I don't know whether to be thrilled, flattered, or just plain shocked.
The idea that Aziz went out of his way to look into my life this closely is beyond anything I could have imagined. I mean... how did he even get into my Instagram?
I would have noticed if he'd sent a request, right?
Wait... did he make a fake account just to get a glimpse?
The thought sends a shiver down my spine. This man, honestly, feels straight out of a novel.
He really stalked me just to know my choices?
Damn, I could just kiss him right now. Smiling, I lean in and press a soft kiss to his cheek, letting it linger as a quiet thank you.
He closes his eyes, his face melting into the touch, as if savoring the warmth of my lips.
When I step back, his eyes open, a flicker of disappointment flashing there, like he wanted more...more of me.
"So," I begin, letting the word linger.
"So?" he repeats, eyebrows raised, his gaze fixed on me.
"Thank you. I love it," I say softly, feeling warmth spread through my chest as his face softens into a gentle smile.
"come," he replies, taking my hand in his, guiding me toward a beautifully set table.
"Let's start our date."
He pulls out the chair for me, waiting until I sit before he takes his own seat across from me.
