nyc•to•phil•ia | nik-tō-fil'ē-a
- love of darkness or night;finding relaxation or comfort in darkness.
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"Tell me Celeste," he began as he walked back and forth in front of me.
"Have you ever heard of nyctophilia?"
I slowly...
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Celeste's POV "Open the door, I'm outside."
What? Why is he here? I thought he was mad at me.
I glanced at myself in the mirror and frowned at the fluffy pink pyjama pants and white cami top I was wearing. My hair was also piled up into a messy bun on my head, with loose curls framing my face. He can't see me like this!
"Celeste." He cautioned.
"O-oh, right. I'll be down in a second."
Ending the call, I then made my way downstairs as quickly as possible.
I took a deep breath, to prepare myself to see Asher, then opened the front door.
He looked amazing. Every time I see him, I can't help but admire him. He was way too good for me, yet I couldn't get over him.
He wore some black skinny jeans and a white T-shirt, with a black button up over it. I loved how he dressed.
Asher's outfit:
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His inky curls laid messily on his forehead as his hazel eyes glared into mine.
Okay he was definitely mad.
"Aren't you gonna let me in?" He asked calmly as he raised his eyebrow.
I winced as I realised I had been gawking at him for too long then stepped aside for him to walk in.
He made his way into the house then stepped closer to me.
"I think," he began as he reached a hand up to my face, then started playing with a loose curl. "We need to talk... your room?"
Looking up at him,wide eyed, I nodded with a gulp.
I knew he was angry, but he was acting too calm.
He smirked a little, then gestured his hand towards the stairs, "Lead the way, baby."
I quickly turned then made my way upstairs and to my room, hearing him follow behind me.
