Forbidden Love

Chapter 3

Diiiiiing. Dongggggg.

Oh. My. God.

He's here!

Deep breath, Sofi. He's not a murderer. Or a stalker.

Remembering our conversation from earlier, I had to smile. I walked down the staircase that all my friends swear is from a cheesy princess movie. Movies of such I don't like to watch; they are all so cliché. The girl falls in love; they get married. End story. Boring.

He was standing at the bottom, looking amazingly handsome in the light of our glamorous chandelier. I swear sometimes I don't know what my parents were thinking.

"Hey Sofi."

"Hi Aiden," I tried so hard not to smile, but I'm sure the blushing still gave away my secret and private thoughts.

"Awh Sof, { [A/N]: pronounced like the first half of sofa. } you're blushing like crazy!"

"I'm not blushing! I-I-I'm just warm!!" I could not believe my stutter. Damn it! "Can we just go now"

He chuckled, a sexy, low rumble. It made my knees quake.

"I suppose so. Where would you like to go?"

"Wherever you want to go," I so did not want to screw this up. Let HIM pick the first date, saves the trouble.

"Fine, but I hope you like it."

And with that, he winked then wrapped his strong muscled arms around my bony little shoulders and we walked out the front door.

"Oh, should you have told your parents you were leaving?" concern in his lovable, deep voice.

"It's ok. I told them I was leaving."

"Thank god. I so don't want to get you in trouble."

"And why is that?"

"Well. I, uh..."

"Go on."

"Well, I was hoping if tonight went well, we could possibly..."

"Possibly what!?"

"Maybe go out another time?"

"We'll just have to see won't we?" It was my turn to smirk sarcastically at him, and I was loving every single second of it.

"Guess what?"

"What."

"We're here."

"Huh? Oh!"

He got out of the car and walked around the front while I was still struggling with the seat belt. He came over to my side, opened the door, and offered his hand as help of getting out of his pickup truck.

"I-uh. I'm kindof stuck," I'm sure by then my face was the brightest red in all the Crayola colors.

He reached over my lap, and tried to unhook the seatbelt. God, he smelled so damn good. He got it in one swift motion. He again offered his big, masculine hand, and I put my dainty one in his, and slid out of the truck. We walked hand in hand towards our destination... The animal shelter?

{ [A/N]: Whoa. Why the pound?? Keep reading to find out!! Sorry for the shortness... Bedtime! }