Nerida

I sat alone in the library minding my own business, nose buried in some book. I was so engrossed I didn't notice the man that quietly sat next to me.
"What are you reading?" He spoke, his voice like liquid velvet. I peered up over my book to study the man beside me. He had shoulder length black hair, and the most mesmerizing amber colored eyes. My breath hitched as my eyes tried to take in as much of his face as I could.
"Who are you?" I ignored his question, needing to know who this strange, but breathtaking man was.
"My names Theo. What is yours?" He answered, a sly smile plastered to his tantalizing mouth. I could barely form a coherent thought with the way he was staring at my face.
"Nerida," I stammered. He smiled.
"What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl, but tell me, Nerida, How does one acquire such a unique name?"
"My mom was really intruiged by the greek gods, and all of the greek mythology. So she named me Nerida. It translates to 'Sea Nymph'. They were the daughter of Nereus, mermaid, and deity of the seas." I answered, I loved the uniqueness and I loved the meaning behind my name. I had always been drawn to mermaids.
"How wonderful, ma sirene. It truly fits you." He breathed, face inching close to mine. I felt his breath fan over my face, and I was instantly flustered. I could feel my stomach tighten and clench at the nickname. This man was affecting me in ways no other man ever had.