touch of her skin.
There was something, something I don’t know if Adley
would talk about if I asked her. Old wounds from the past. I
think someone hurt her. I’m scared that if I bring it up, she
really will decide that she can’t do this. I would fight for her,
but there’s only so much fighting one person can do.
I was insanely excited about this date. I had to wait
three nights, but we’re here. Adley let me pick her up from her
apartment. When I spotted her, she did more than take my
breath away. I wasn’t sure that I’d ever catch it properly again.
I take a chance and clasp her hand a little harder. She
squeezes back reassuringly, or maybe it’s subconscious since
her attention is still glued to the stage. We’re only five rows
away. We get to see everything up close. It’s much different
than sitting way in the back or even in one of the balconies.
Our hands are resting in her lap, over the hard plastic
armrest between the seats. It’s been cutting into my arm for the
past half hour. Adley is wearing a tight black bodycon dress
with black tights and black flats. She has a dainty gold chain at
her throat and gold studs in her ears. Her hair is down in a
fancy fishtail braid that I wouldn’t have the faintest idea how
to do. It’s loose, with strands of hair escaping with every
single movement, but they frame her face nicely and trail
down her neck.
She’s so beautiful that it’s distracting. I caught a couple
guys look in our direction when we walked in and even after
we sat down. I caught a couple women stink eying us too, but
most of them were with the guys who were looking. Adley
didn’t notice any of the looks or stares. She was too excited
about the stage, the auditorium, and the musicians with their