Ciara Plan
After stepping out of the shower, I felt like a caged animal, pacing back and forth in my room as I tried to steady my nerves. This wasn't me. I wasn't the type to get all worked up over a kiss, but here I was, more wound up than I'd ever been before. What the hell was wrong with me?
I'd kissed countless women, left a trail of broken hearts in my wake, and never once had I felt a shred of guilt. It was fun, a game, and I was damn good at it. But now, the thought of kissing Aeliana had me so jittery that I could barely stand still.
I needed a plan, something to focus on, something to keep my mind from spiraling out of control. As I got dressed, pulling on a simple black shirt that clung to my frame and a pair of dark jeans that I knew looked good on me, I started to piece together how tonight would go. I'd bring Aeliana out to the balcony.