Pink Roses
Lysander wasn't late even if I have waited outside for thirty minutes already, pacing outside our gates, hoping that would at least make me visible.
Well, just in case Lysander got lost or something or he forgot where our house was located.
I could hear my heart beating loudly in my ears, and I clutched my chest as if that would stop it.
Nah, it didn't.
The feeling was indescribable—like, I was about to have a heart attack and was about to shit in my pants—I mean, dress, at the same time.
Bees were busy buzzing in my stomach.
I was sure that they weren't butterflies.
My anxiety levels had shot higher than normal.
I haven't experienced going on a date before--like the boyfriend-girlfriend type of dates.
My only experience close to date was hanging out with Riley—the girl version of Gabriel—but it was just a friend type of thing.
We were usually partners in group projects and did assignments at my house.