"My intentions would be simple," he says with a deep, heated gaze, his warm breath fanning across my face.
He slowly moves himself even closer to me so that our bodies are mere millimeters away from touching, causing breathing to become a chore. "M...
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Presley had nearly crapped herself when I told her.
"You're going to homecoming with Jayce Solis?!" She screeched the next night, dancing around my room while I sat on my bed, still a bit shell shocked that he'd even asked me.
"Guess so," I muttered, clutching the white fabric in my hands.
The night after the Founder's Council dinner, I had finally gotten home around 9pm, after appearing as Belle for a birthday party... only to find a box, pristinely wrapped in pearlescent white paper and a white ribbon, sitting on the doorstep.
Another Jayce Solis dress, this one much simpler, but just as stunning as the first, had awaited me in the package. A handwritten note accompanied it, reading, "Fallon, you slayed the night in gold, which mom tells me is a symbol of courage, passion and magic. Can't wait to see you in white, which represents brilliance, beginnings... and perfection. - Jayce"
Pres and I spent all day this Saturday at her house, catching up and getting ready.
I put metallic gold shadow on my lids, dusted my décolletage with golden shimmer and placed a plumping gloss on my lips. With my fading tan, gold strappy heels, arm band, long curls and dangly earrings, I felt like a goddess.
Presley was in blue, and I, obviously, was in the Grecian-inspired white dress Jayce had chosen for me.
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Her hair was pin straight and shining; mine was styled into loose, messy curls.
"Just a reminder that you absolutely do not have to spend any time with me tonight," Presley winked at me as she searched for her coat. "You need to spend as much time as you can on that goalie, you hear me?"
I scoff, rolling my eyes at her advice. "Trust me, Pres, he doesn't want me 'on him.'"
"I think you're full of shit!" She chortles from the back of her closet.
