She loved to dance, and he loved to watch.
Stefan Salvatore AU short story.
I do not own S. Salvatore, I just own this character and my plot.
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HE HAD FINALLY LEARNED HER NAME. Rose. It sounded like the best medicine from depression, or the best word to Stefan in a very long.
A woman, who worked there once told the blonde girl to pay for her drinks, but she just signed the check by her name and left not paying.
Stefan knew she was a bad girl and that's what was so tempting about her. He felt wrecked when he didn't find her the night before. He was anxious to know that she was okay.
Because he couldn't remember the night he danced with her. His phone rang once again, and he rolled his eyes knowing who was the caller. "What now?!" he snapped and heard a soft chuckle.
His heart skipped a beat once again as he knew to whom that laugh belonged. "Rose?" he asked in shock, because he didn't think she'd call him. More, how did she know his number?
"It's been a long time coming, Stefan," she answered in an angelic voice causing Stefan's body to shiver. He closed his eyes as if he had just fed. His eyes vamped out slightly.
"How... Did I give you my phone number?" he asked her desperately, walking along the street, looking around obliviously, just to see that she was near somewhere.
"No," she whispered and he stopped in tracks. He could feel the hotness on his ear when she said those words and tried to calm down.
The attraction to Rose was unbelievable. He wanted her so much, he was ready to kill everyone in the world. "Where are you? Can we meet?"
Stefan knew he'd kiss her the second he saw her, because he didn't want to waste another second without feeling her red lips on his. "Tonight. Dance floor," she said calmly and Stefan smiled widely.
"I'll have a lot of questions," he said his smile growing in seconds as he looked down, counting minutes to the night.
Rose just chuckled again, and he closed his eyes. Just her laugh brought him so much pleasure, he could only imagine what would kissing her do.
The call ended, and he placed his phone into his jeans with a huge smirk. It didn't matter how she got his number, or why did she call him.
