Seventeen - Carine

Even the warm buzz from the wine could not reduce the pounding in her heart at having Vanadine in her room. It seemed even smaller than normal with his huge presence filling it. He stood by the door as if waiting for instructions as his eyes roamed over the few things she had there; chest of drawers with various items of make up and perfume on top, a mirror hung on the wall and the stuffed rabbit on her bed. A shock of embarrassment hit her at the thought he saw the toy but he said nothing about it and looked at her as she crossed to the far side of the room.

“You can come in,” she said. “I won’t bite.”

“Pity,” Vanadine said with a smile.

Her stomach flipped as she realised his mind must be in a similar place to hers.

“Was that a joke?” She asked in a playful tone. “Mr. Serious has a funny side?”

“I happen to be hilarious, especially in social gatherings,” he said. “Oh, no, wait a second,” he added with a smirk.

The expression combined with his dark eyes made things squirm deliciously