My name is Samantha Calmwall. I was happy and didn't expect more from life. I had everything I always wanted. Well I mean that's what I thought... But a strange meet destroyed all my plans. Should I date this strange cold badboy instead of my boyfri...
Taner's voice was cold. His arrival made us stop dancing and I removed my head from Caleb's chest. Taner had broken this magic moment and I hated him for that. Fortunately Caleb didn't let me go. Taner's shoulders didn't impress him. There was no reason. Our fingers were certainly not intertwined but he was still holding me by the waist. This contact obviously did not please Taner wich had filled Caleb with satisfaction. He tightened his grip around my waist. Suddenly the surprise and exasperation took the place of the anger on Taner's face.
"Why did you change?he asked me.
-I didn't.
-But that wasn't what you were wearing."
I looked at my clothes and blinked surprised. My purple skirt had desappeared and I was now wearing a sumptuous white dress. The dress was extremely light and I loved it. It felt like I was wearing a cloud. The only problem was that I didn't have any dress like that.
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In addition to the dress, a new necklace was wrapping my throat.
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"How?"
I naturally turned to Caleb. At the beginning he was surprised but now he was smilling at me softly. He didn't even try to explain himself. I was stupid to have thought it was his work. My magic moment continued and for a reason that escaped me, I didn't find what happened strange at all. I just smilled.
Taylor brought me back to reality by asking a little stuffed:
"Do you want to play the bottle game?
-Hum..."
Caleb was as cold as before that I started talking to him. He displayed no expression and his eyes were carved in ice. I would have liked to know what was going on in his head. In any case, he was still holding me by the waist and his hand was warming me.
