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  My body fills out my tight black jeans and white tank top perfectly. I slide a loose gold blouse on over my tank top before looking into the mirror. My body is a little curvier than most woman my age, but not so much so that anyone would ever consider me fat. Even though I know it draws a lot of attention from the guys, I'm still not a fan of it. I get jealous of Clarissa's twig figure, mostly for the sake she can wear absolutely anything and it looks good.

  It’s not something I can help much though, being part Latino.

  I stare into the eyes of the woman looking back at me. A younger version of my mother. A woman I didn't get a chance to know personally. She passed away when I was six, so although I have a handful of memories with her... they're just that... faint memories. From the stories I'm told and the little things I remember, she was a gorgeous woman, inside and out.

  Taryn, being four years my senior, has many more memories of her. I've often yearned to switch places with her, even for a day, to absorb those memories.

  It doesn't take long to be fully prepared for Blaise's arrival. In fact, I almost wish it had taken me longer to get ready, just for the sake I wouldn't have to be this anxious mess I am right now.

  I run down the steps and into the living room, where dad sits, beer in hand, watching ESPN. I groan while flopping down on the couch next to him.

  "When's the boyfriend going to get here?"

  I push away his hand when he slaps it down on my knee and give him a glare that could cut ice.

  "Not my boyfriend," I answer.

  He doesn't look my way as lift his lips into a smirk, seconds before taking a sip of his beer.

  Dad goes to open his mouth, with another sarcastic statement I'm sure, when he is cut off with the ring of the doorbell. I hop from the seat and nearly book it to the door, heart pounding. Slowly opening the door, I'm pleasantly presented with the deliciousness that is Blaise Cole.

  Taking a step towards me, he hands me an arrangement of sunflowers. I can't help but a sweet look of adoration for the sweet gesture. "Thank you," I tell him. "They're absolutely beautiful."

  "Beautiful flowers for a beautiful girl."

  The curl of his lip sends my heart soaring. I haven't met a more perfect gentlemen before.

  The clearing of a throat reminds me that my dad is behind me, waiting to be introduced to Blaise. The man who insisted on meeting my dad before a simple date. I may still be young, being only eighteen, but I've never had a guy so persistent in doing things correctly.

  "Dad," I turn to face him, "this is Blaise. Blaise Cole." Turning towards Blaise, I spring my hand out to point to my father. "Blaise, this is my dad, Ridge."

  I watch them exchange a firm and professional-like handshake. "Thank you for allowing me to take your daughter out on a date, Mr. Donovan."

  I'm pretty sure my jaw just dropped.

  "Ridge," my dad says. "She doesn't have a curfew, seeing as she is now an adult, but I expect her to be home at a reasonable time." As Blaise starts to nod his head, my dad embarrassingly adds in, "untouched."

  The firmness of his voice is embarrassing. Well, actually, this entire exchange is.

  "Dad," I hiss out.

  Of course he does nothing but shrug his shoulders before crossing his arms.

  We get the hint... be good. After giving my dad a reassuring kiss to the cheek and a hug, proving that I'm still his little girl, I walk out the door behind Blaise to his black SUV.

  Although I shouldn't be surprised, I still am as Blaise opens the door. He even helps me climb up until I'm seated securely into the grey leather seat. Things like this aren't supposed to happen to girls like me. I'm in complete awe.

  Although I've lived in Chandler my entire life, I have never entered the doors of this elegant French restaurant. When a plate of dinner costs a mere hundred dollars, it doesn't become too appealing. It doesn't mean that the moment I slide my chair forward and a napkin is placed elegantly on my lap that I'm not instantly in love.

  Blaise goes ahead and orders our meals without asking if I'm okay with it. I've seen that done in movies before and mentioned how rude it is. How I'd hate if a man ever thought he were capable of knowing what I want before I do. However, something about Blaise taking charge with his charming confidence fills a void inside me.

  Dominating. Sexy. Sweet. This is the man of my dreams.

  Not to mention... unknowingly successful and wealthy.

  Where did he come from? And how do I clone him?

  "You really do look beautiful," Blaise claims.

  I resist the urge to roll my eyes, mostly for the sake that when he calls me beautiful, I feel it. Instead I simply thank him with a smile on my face.

  Once our dinner arrives, I'm ultimately amazed with the course placed in front of me. Maybe Blaise really does know what I want before I even do.

  "What is this?" I stick my fork into the beef before slicing my knife through it, cutting myself a delicious slice.

  "Porcini Pork Tenderloin. It's basically a tenderloin, seared first, then roasted. It's covered with a creamy mushroom sauce the restaurant makes from scratch."

  I practically moan as it melts into my mouth. Once swallowing the first piece of heaven, I look up to Blaise. "It's amazing."

  "My favorite. I knew you'd enjoy it."

  I hardly have time to smile at him before shoveling another bite into my mouth. Not exactly sexy, especially on a first date, but I can't resist the food in front of me. Blaise simply gives me a humorous look before taking a bite from his own dish, something that looks much more exotic than what I have.

  Finishing my dish, close to the same time as Blaise, I slide my plate away. I feel the urge to groan. My stomach is nice and full, but not overly so. "Thank you," I tell him. "That was incredible."

  "I'm glad you think so."

  On cue, the waiter shows up to hand over the bill, not without asking if we'd like desert first. I'm thankful when Blaise answers no for us, as I do not think I could fit anymore into my stomach.

  He reaches around and takes the wallet out of his back pocket. I feel guilt ping inside me, knowing an estimate of the bill due. "Do you want me to pay my portion?" I ask, just to be nice.

  The glare I receive could be deadly. "I asked you on this date. Please don't insult me by offering to pay your portion."

  My face heats up. "Well... thank you." Not that I haven't already said it once, I just want to make sure he knows.

  He grins wickedly at me. I have a feeling that eventually I'll be thanking him in other ways. Ways that are pleasing to the both of us.

  On the way to his car, I look over at Blaise. The feelings he has brought out in me are surreal. Unexplainable. For this, among other things, I do not want to go home. Doing my best attempt at being cute, I smile up at him. "Where to now?" Hoping he doesn't say home.

  "I have somewhere I want to take you."

  He doesn't look at me. Instead, he simply slides his hand to link with mine, then we make our way together to his vehicle.

  It’s not even fifteen minutes later that we're pulling up to an old dirt road, one that has certainly seen better days. Blaise slows as the bumps get worse, eventually pulling off to the side of this creepy back road.

  "Uh?" I look over at him with concern.

  Shutting the engine off, he places the keys in his pocket and looks to me. "Trust me."

  It's not a question.

  Adrenaline courses through me, causing me to hop out of the front seat and meet Blaise around the back of his vehicle. In the trunk he pulls out a large blanket and flashlight.

  Maybe I shouldn't trust him that much...

  We make our way through some old bushes, down a makeshift trail, until it opens into a field.

  "Watch your step," Blaise warns me.

  Instantly I slow down, looking around for pot holes or something.

  He stops in front of me, placing the blanket down on the ground. He takes a seat and motions for me to join him. In which I do.

  "If you
would have walked another ten feet, there is a thirty foot drop. A stream is below it, but it’s almost dried up."

  "That’s... creepy."

  He chuckles. "My uncle owns the land but hasn't done anything to it yet. I've helped him hay the field a few times in the past. It's a nice location to get away from people." He points over to the west. "The house was going to go there, looking out over the valley. In the day time it’s an extraordinary view. We've talked a few times, and if I can prove myself enough, he'll sell the land to me. I want to build a log cabin."

  I look over to where the cliff is. Not a place for kids to run around, that much is for sure, but it is a beautiful location. It's hard to see in the dark of the night, but thanks to the soft glow of the moonlight, you can get an understanding of its beauty.

  "Why didn't your uncle ever build?" I look back towards him.

  "My aunt passed away five years ago. Cancer. It was her dream to live here, not his. He felt like he was intruding or some bullshit like that. One man’s trash became another man's treasure."

  I sit back in astonishment. This man has passion, drive, ambition. He is around the same damn age as me and is more successful than many men in their thirties.

  Which brings me to...

  "What do you do for a living? You seem very... driven. Focused."

  He looks out in the distance.

  I watch him closely, trying to assess what is happening. He looks lost in memories, and not the good kind.

  "My mom had just started her career as a nurse when she met my dad. It wasn't long after they met that I was conceived. The first handful of years, the ones I don't remember much, he would take his anger out on my mom. He was angry because he felt trapped. He said he could no longer be the man he wanted to be. Around the time I started school, his drunken anger was taken out on me."

  I gasp uncontrollably. "I'm so sorry." Reaching over, I touch his leg, resting my hand there. I'm not sure what else I can do to give him comfort.

  I'm not even sure why he is telling me this. All I asked is what he did for a living.

  "The rougher he got with me, the more my mom would try to step in. She ended up losing her job, and since my dad did nothing but drank himself crazy every day, we were forced out of our home. Shit just... it got rough. On all of us. That is when I started getting close to my uncle. I never understood why he was nothing like his brother. Why he had a beautiful home, a wife he loved, and a daughter he'd do anything for. I was nine when I started asking questions."

  Finally he looks over at me. I can see the faint fear in his eyes. I can't even imagine what he has been through.

  "He couldn't stop my dad, but he could help me the best he knew how. He kept me busy. Working for him, doing side jobs for his buddies. The older I got, the busier I got. Everything I know about life is because he taught it to me. I came to Chandler to work for one of his friends. I worked for him in Phoenix, but the cliental wasn't as large, so I moved here."

  "Makes sense." I cannot think of another thing to say. My mind is zeroed in on the fact that he was beaten by his father and his mother or uncle never stopped it from happening. The only answer I want to know now is where his parents are, and if he still stays in contact with them.

  Instead of asking him those questions, knowing he probably doesn't want to indulge in that conversation more, I go on about his work. "So what company do you work for?"

  His eyes roam my face as he smiles down on me. I love the view of him in the moonlight. "Stocks." His smile grows larger, almost laughing. "The details are boring, but the behind the scenes marketing is actually fun. It’s harder work than people assume. I enjoy it though."

  "Not what I was expecting," I admit.

  I'm cut off at the end of my sentence as his lips press firmly against mine. It surprises me, but only for a second. Opening my mouth, I allow my lips to glide against his.

  I fall back slowly, laying down on the ground as Blaise adjusts his body to get more access to my mouth. Claiming it even more with his own. My mouth now has a new best friend.

  When Blaise pulls away, painfully slow, he looks down at me. The two of us under the stars, eyes locked, falling hopelessly for one another. I couldn't have dreamt of a better moment than this, no matter how hard I tried.

  "I had a great night with you, Liv."

  I can't help but smile largely. "I did too. Thank you again."

  "No need to thank me." His lips press firmly against mine once more, but only for a second, as he lifts his body completely off mine into a stance. "But I do need to get you home before your dad comes looking for me."

  Not that I'm happy about ending this already, he is probably right. "Fine," I say, dragging out the word. I stand up with him and watch as he folds the blanket up.

  On the ride home, Blaise rests his hand on my leg. The small gesture leaves me feeling wanted. Adored. Hopeful.

  "What does your work schedule look like? I want to bring you out on another date."

  I look over at him, a bit ashamed to admit that I'm currently looking for a new job. I was the immature, selfish person who just up and quit her job. "I am between jobs," I say.

  "When do you start your new one?" He quickly glances over.

  "I just started looking for one today before you came and got me."

  He chuckles. "What are you looking to do?"

  "Anything," I tell him. "I just need to make money."

  I watch his face contour into thought. "I may have something for you."

  "Really?" I feel myself get giddy.

  "I'll call you tomorrow and let you know."

  Blaise pulls up in front of my dad house and cuts the engine. "What are you doing?" I look over and ask.

  "Being a gentlemen." Opening his door, he gets out and walks around to my side. He then opens my door and helps me out of his vehicle.

  Hand and hand we walk to my front door. I hope he doesn't think he is coming inside with me. I'm pretty sure my dad is currently sitting in his recliner with a riffle laid across his lap. Bringing a guy inside with me is completely out of the question.

  Nearly reading my thoughts, Blaise stops us. "So is tomorrow good?"

  "Tomorrow if perfect."

  His lips brush softly against mine. Not nearly long enough but perfect nonetheless. "Have a good night beautiful. Sweet dreams."

  Oh tonight, I'm nearly certain I'll have the sweetest of dreams.

  Clarissa picks me up at noon to grab lunch and finish purchasing stuff for our dorm rooms. We both have way too much to get still.

  Each day that gets closer to college starting I feel the connection between us weakening. I'm not sure if it’s my imagination or not, and although we're still close by one another, it feels like this will break us. I'll be stuck in the same suburban neighborhood I've lived in forever, while she gets the taste of a large city and new friends.

  So each chance we get to hang out from now until then, we are, even if it’s just a quick shopping trip and lunch.

  Sitting down outside Vron's, a little Italian cafe we favor, each of us order our usual. Clarissa doesn't waste in any time in asking what happened last night. I go into detail, telling her most of it; from meeting my dad, to the fancy dinner, to the field down the old dirt road, ending at the kiss on the doorstep. I skipped over the family part, because that portion of it is none of her business.

  "So... he just ordered food for you?" Happens to be the first question out of her mouth. I was waiting for that.

  "Yeah," I tell her. "Surprisingly I found it sweet."

  "More like awkward. What if you were allergic to something he ordered."

  "I don't have any food allergies."

  She rolls her eyes, taking a sip of her coffee. "Still awkward."

  "Don't ruin my fairytale," I tell her with a smirk on my face.

  "I'm happy for you. I really am. He better not hurt you though, I'll kill him." She winks her eye at me.

  "I'll be the first in line to kill him," I say with laughter. "In all
honestly though, I already feel like I can trust him. I never believed in love at first sight until I met him."

  Clarissa just snort-coughs out a, "loser."

  "Cute, real cute." I give her a glare, but the two of us burst into laughter.

  "At least I feel better about leaving you behind. Which brings me to this." Clarissa adjusts herself in her chair, straightening out her back before leaning forward. The seriousness is attention grabbing. "I know we'll both make new friends, have boyfriends, and all sorts of things. So to reassure that our friendship will remain strong, let’s make a vow. Every Sunday we meet up and have lunch, or do something together. We need to stay in touch, no matter how busy our lives are."

  Surprisingly it brings a small tear to my eye. "I think that is a perfect idea. What if one of us have to work though? Or what about the weeks of finals and we're crazy busy."

  "If one of us works, then we'll reschedule for a different day, or at least have a phone date. Final weeks we'll figure out. We need to do this. Promise me?"

  "I promise."

  She leans back in her chair, smiling at me. "Good."

  After lunch, the two of us travel to Tempe so we can shop at Ikea. By the time we leave our favorite store, the trunk and backseat are both filled with miscellaneous items. Enough to fill our dorms with bright colors, funky designs, and the cutest accessories. The only thing I have left to purchase is the appliances, such as a mini fridge. I had enough in savings for what I've purchased, but now I have to dreadfully ask my dad for help with the rest.

  On the ride back home, my phone rings. I always feel a little awkward talking on the phone, like I have to come up with useless small talk to keep people entertained, but the second I spot Blaise's name on the caller ID, I pick up without hesitation. "Hello?"

  "Hey beautiful," he responds. His voice bringing a peace over me. I've been waiting to hear from him all day. "Sorry I haven't called earlier, I was busy at work today."

  "It's okay. How was work today?"

  He sighs over the line. "Work," he laughs softly. "Busy, entertaining. What have you been up to today?"

  "Just shopping with Clarissa, getting things for my dorm. Did some lunch."