The imperfect you

"You wanna play hide and seek?" His husky voice asks. Amusement filling the air.

"Only if there's a prize" I answer, crossing my arms over my chest. I liked this side of him. I liked when he played games with me, clouded my mind, made me unable to think properly.

It is strange- but apparently I am attracted to strangeness.

A smirk tugs on his beautiful face, excitement burns in his breathtaking eyes and a storm of butterflies twirls around in my stomach.

"If you seek, if you find me. I will answer one of your questions. And perhaps even tell you how we first met."