English Accent (The Accents #1)

Neon-pink pompon

I did make him the honor.

After I finally found my voice, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so I just nodded my head yes. The smile that broke out on his face at the very moment was... something else. It wasn't his usual smirk or this irritating half-grin. It was a real, honest smile that did strange things to my chest. Why something so plain as me agreeing to go out with him could bring him so much joy was beyond me, but if he was happy, then... well, I was happy, too.

As cheesy as it sounds.

So here we were now, in his car, with me singing along to Iron Maiden's Run to the Hills and him opting between laughing at me and trying to shut me up. I didn't know where we were going, but sometimes I really liked surprises, so what the hell ever. That's why you could color me surprised when he pulled over to the university's parking lot and stopped the car.

"Wow," I said, unbuckling. "You make so much noise over taking me out and then bring me to school. I have to admit, I'm quite impressed."

He chuckled.

"You don't even know where I'm taking you yet." He objected. "And you won't know unless you get out of Sally."

Get out of Sally. Jeez, how wrong did it sound?

"And do I even want to?" I asked, stepping out.

The damn car was quite high, so I had to jump out since my legs didn't really touch the ground. When I slid out of my seat, I landed right in front of Dominic, who had somehow rounded the car. The moment my feet touched the ground, his arms snaked around my waist and he grinned.

"Hey there." He said.

"Hi." His grin was infectious. "I asked you a question, you know."

He raised a brow.

"You did?"

"Uh-uh." I nodded. "Do I want to know where you are taking me?"

His smirk turned evil.

"Oh, Sweetie, do you ever."

With that, he lowered his head and kissed the top of mine Well, the top of my cap. Before we left, Dominic insisted that I wore something warm. I was the always-cold type of person, so – probably for the first time in my life – I listened to him and wrapped myself up in a sweater, winter coat, scarf, gloves and a knit cap with a huge, neon-pink pompon on top. I was sure that packed like that I looked like Olaf the snowman, but I didn't really care.

It wasn't like I wanted to spend up Christmas with the flu.

"Come on." He extended his hand towards me. "Contrary to what you might think, I didn't bring you here so you could just stare at the main building."

Taking his hand in my oversized glove was hard, but I am a big girl, so I managed to. To be honest, the fact that now I was able to take his hand without hesitation scared me a little. Lately, I've found myself smiling at him and leading a civilized – well, as civilized as it could get with Dominic – conversations. Everything changed between us after that one afternoon in his tree house. I just didn't know yet if it was for the worse or the better.

I guess I had yet to figure it out.

~*~

"I'm not getting my feet anywhere close to this death traps." I announced, crossing my puffy arms over my chest.

Dominic sighed.

"These are just skates, Sweetie." He said in a tired voice. "They won't hurt you."