I'm pacing back and forth in my room. The nerves are really starting to get to me, slight panic setting in that Matthew might have backtracked on wanting to go on a date. What are these jitters? Why do I feel this way? It's so stupid. Is this what it's supposed to feel like when you like someone? When you're so attracted to someone that your heart flutters and your knees buckle, and way too many dirty thoughts start to engross your brain.
Calm down, my wolf reassures me. Just, you know, as soon as you get a chance, kiss him.
I've been replaying that kiss so much in my head I'm going crazy. I decide to take a seat at my small table. He told me to be ready by eight-thirty. Quite sure I was done showering, doing my hair, getting dressed, and putting on some makeup by like... seven.
I hear
