They fall in love.
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"Rosalina." he intones as he grazes his thumb across my bottom lip falling from the grip of my teeth.
"Mmh." I mumble, fascinated by such a touch.
"I think I'm in love with you," he rubs my back in small circles with not...
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Rosa's outfit if I didn't explain it enough!^^^^
I guess this is like a valentines special because well, you'll see!
This is also the second to last chapter before we switch to Gio's POV!!!!
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"You and Gio have to date for a week. Every day this week, I'll choose a date for you two. Starting tomorrow... Monday."
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My heart races at the thought of going on a date with Gio. As a matter of fact, my heart races at the sheer thought of going on a date.
I've only experienced those little lunchtime dates in primary school where you sit across the table from the other person. I was what... eight; I really thought those fake marriages meant I'd become a grown up ready to have my first child.
The main problem now is that I'm being forced to look at him as a guy and not well... him. It's all fun and games when you call this a dare, but for me, it doesn't eliminate the factor of actually dating him for a week.
Dating him like any other guy, getting to properly know him, giggling at his jokes. Perhaps I'm just over-exaggerating: it's just a dare. It's just a bit of fun.
Tell my heart that!
I stare at the packed suitcase- all the clothes I brought, all the options I have. Pros of being an over packer, I suppose.
Elias said he's to choose the date; that at least rules out the extra stress of negotiating what to do with Gio. It in fact leaves me more time for my heart fluctuate. Lucky me.
"What are you doing up so early, my days?" A voice cracks out, groggily. I turn to face Aretta's head poking out from the white duvet.
"I'm not up early." I protest, leaning forwards with my hands behind my back.
"It's seven in the morning," she glances at the digital clock on the nightstand, "it's seven in the morning!"
"That's when I normally wake up."
"Sure it is... and why are you wearing that?" She tugs at silk hemming of the material, causing me to look down and question my own reason behind the choice.
"I'm getting ready."
"Okay... and since when did you ever start wearing robes? You said they're not comfortable."
"I just feel like trying something new, okay? Is that allowed?"
"Have you had a shower?" She asks, taking my hand to sniff.
