DANTE POV
I open my eyes and find myself in a very luxurious room that even has its own bathroom!
Wait. Why am I in a very luxurious room?
Oh ya... I blacked out after I saw the terrifying scars that scattered across her body.
She must think of me as such a dick... I better go apologise.
I walk into the kitchen to find her in long cammo pants and a very revealing singlet, desplaying
the very interesting one around her neck.
It seems to be drawing my eyes towards it, even though its the last thing I want to see right now.
She must have sensed my discomfert because she grabed a long neck shirt and sliped it on
quickly.
Remembering what I came into the kitchen to do, and the fact that I have manners I said
"I'm sorry about before. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did. It must have made you very uncomfortable and betrayed.
I'm very sorry, you've been nothing but nice to me this whole time
and I just took advantage of that therefore me behaving like a total dick."
I hope she knows this came purely from the heart. I really do feel bad.
"Apology accepted." She replied, smiling and plonking a plate of the most delicious looking and
smelling lazanya in front of me. I swear my mouth is literally watering.
"I'm sorry too for pushing it on you like that. I came on too strong and it made you faint again.
Now eat up!"
I swear if I could live off this woman's cooking, I will die a happy man.
"So what did you think of my battle scars?" she joked.
"There certainly were a lot of them..." I replied between mouthfuls.
"This lasanya is delicious!"
"I'm glad you like my cooking because I'm introducing myself to your mother as your new girlfriend."
I choked
"What?!"
"If your going to be staying here a lot, which you are, you'll need a acceptable excuse!" she said leaning over, licking the sauce off my face.
Shit, Mom is going to freak.
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HumorNot just your average boy meets girl cliche bullshit. When this uncharacteristically weak boy meets this demon girl what will he do? (Tell you what he won't do, he won't not piss his pants.) Things get very alkward when things start to get (very) ho...