Find Me Alastar

I don’t plan on killing you after mating.

Although, pull another stunt like Friday and you should definitely watch your back

I hold my breath as I wait for his reply.

Seven?

I smile broadly and reply.

Pick me up?

My mind goes into overdrive and a text bounces back.

XX

I pace around in my bedroom as I wait for my Irish Fiasco. I’m nervous and it’s an all to familiar

feeling since I met him. With full, loose hair and minimal makeup, I am wearing my woolen white dress

which I wore when I saw him at the club. He told me that night that he wanted my ring, and I’m hoping I

can entice him again. I don’t think I have ever looked forward to seeing someone so much before. It’s

Monday and I haven’t seen him since our fight on Friday night. It feels like a lifetime ago since he held

me.

Vanessa and Hank are at the movies and I’m kind of glad to be honest. I want him all to myself.

Knock, knock.

My erratic heart beats against the wall of my chest, and I place my hand over it to try and slow it

down. This is ridiculous. I open the door in a rush.

And there he stands, tall, dark, and beautiful. He’s wearing blue jeans, his navy blazer and a white

shirt. His almost black hair is long and unruly at the top. I just want to run my fingers through it.

His intense eyes hold mine. “Hello, Emmaline.”

I smile an over the top smile and I want to throw myself into his arms, but I try to remain cool.

Although I’m sure he can feel how excited I am to see him.

“Hello, Twinkle,” I breathe.

He raises a brow in question. “Twinkle?” He smirks sexily.

I grin. “If you want to call me Emmaline, I am going to call you Twinkle.”Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“My name is Star.” His eyes are alight with mischief and I know he likes his new nickname.

“But you twinkle to me.”

We stand still, gazing at each other as the electricity zaps between us.

The physical attraction is so strong it’s palpable.

I nervously stand still, awaiting his instruction, I don’t think I should kiss him first, although I

desperately want to.

Kiss me.

“I thought we could go back to my place,” he says casually.

“Oh.”

“I could make us dinner.”

I smirk. “You can cook?”

“Very well,” he replies confidently.

I smile cheekily, I really want to say if you can cook in the kitchen and the bedroom you must be a

god, but I hold my tongue. I don’t need to inflate his ego any further.

I nervously walk across my bedroom to retrieve my handbag and he follows. He stands at the door

and his eyes linger on the window seat. I know he is thinking of the first night we were together, when we

made love on that seat. I frown as I correct myself. Sorry… when we fucked on that seat. There was no

lovemaking that night. My eyes fall to my bed, knowing that’s where we made love two nights later. That’s

where he inhaled every inch of my body and utterly ruined me for any other man.

I’ve never been touched like that, never been loved like that. It felt like we would die if we didn’t get

closer. Even when he was deep inside my body, it wasn’t close enough. Physically, we couldn’t be any

closer, and yet we just couldn’t extinguish the fire between us-that feeling between us. I have never

experienced anything like it and it’s no wonder I am totally addicted to this… whatever this is.

“Shall we go?” he asks.

My heart drops a little. I was hoping he would kiss me.

“Yes.”