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"Just give me a moment," I told her, pulling the phone from ear and opening my calendar.

"I'm available this Saturday at nine am. Give Reed the choice of this Saturday or next Sunday at five pm. And then just email me the itinerary." She repeated my words in a soft murmur as she took note, the pencil scrawling against paper audible before she said muttered a 'talk to you later' and ended the call.

I sighed, throwing the phone on Phoenix's bed before looking at him, but he was already looking at me. He was smiling, his million dollar, breathtaking smile on display and it made my insides go utterly weak.

"W-what?" My voice was faint and I looked down at my fingers, twiddling with them.

"Go out with me," he stated in nonchalance. My cheeks heated up and I stared at him with wide eyes and a smile I couldn't hold back. I loved when he spontaneously asked me out, and I knew deep down, he knew it too.

"Adrianna," he murmured, his eyes on my lips.

"W-when?" I stuttered. Damn him for always having this effect on me.

"Tonight," he ground out nonchalantly.

"Um," I bit my lip, something he definitely didn't miss, "Where?"

"That's the element of surprise, love," my tongue swiped along my bottom lip and his eyes turned dark.

"Adrianna," he growled. Wearing thin on control I see.

"Yes Phoenix," I whisper happily, looking into his eyes. His expression changed within a heartbeat - his eyes twinkled and he wore a wide smile.

"Come on then," he got up and pulled me up with him.

"No," I whined, pouting, "I wanna stay in your arms."

"As much as I'd love to just lay in bed with you, you need to go get ready. It's already five fifteen and we're leaving at seven thirty."

"How should I dress?"

"You look sexy in anything you wear," he grinned, "but dress fancy."

"Okay," I smiled, making my way out his room. But before I stepped out, he pulled my wrist, pulling me into him. Within a second he had me banged against his wall, trailing kisses from my collarbone down to my cleavage. Before I could fathom any words, his lips crashed down to mine. Our lips moved in sync and I loved it, more than anything. He bit my lip softly, causing me to moan quietly and he responded by growling. His hands ran up and down my back and rested on my ass; my hands were tangled in his soft hair. It was getting terribly heated when the bloody bastard decided to pull away. He rested his forehead on mine and our eyes met, his dark with lust, mine surely mirroring. God I want him. I want him on me. I want his hands all over my body.

"Go get ready, love," his uttered huskily, but he didn't move.

"Okay!" I grinned mischievously. He raised an eyebrow, but I shook my head as if to say 'nothing.' With a look of uncertainty still in his eyes, he backed away from me so I could move. I stepped forward, brushing my hand against his erection before walking out of his room with a cheshire smile.

"Adrianna," he groaned and I could hold back my laughter any longer.

"Hello lovely!" Pyper smiled when I floated into her room. She was sitting on the floor, surrounded with Sharpies, pencils, and a whole lot of art supplies.