The moment Ciara said, "Let's go," something shifted inside me. There was a certain calm confidence in her voice, one that sent a ripple of excitement down my spine.
I glanced over at her, my heart suddenly beating faster than it should have. She looked... different tonight. More than just different. She looked amazing.
Her black shirt clung to her frame in all the right ways, the sleeves rolled up just enough to show off her strong forearms. And those black pants?
They made her seem effortlessly cool, the kind of cool that I never really imagined being attracted to until now. My eyes lingered on her for longer than I meant them to, and I had to stop myself from staring.
This was Ciara, for god's sake. My partner on more than one crazy adventure. So why was I suddenly feeling like a nervous schoolgirl around her?
"Ready?" she asked, and I nodded, maybe a little too quickly.