Morgan's POV
As we approach the gardens in comfortable silence I pull Sirena into my side by her waist, she doesn’t fight me like she normally does. She tenses for a second but then relaxes into my hold as we walk, I clear my throat before asking nervously “So, this date. Could we make it an afternoon and evening thing, possible Sunday?” Sirena looks like she is thinking about it, when she doesn’t reply for more than a minute I start to sweat.
After nearly two minutes I open my mouth to take what I said back, the sting of rejection in my chest. Sirena suddenly smiles a beaming smile as she says, “That sounds wonderful.” I exhale the breath I didn’t even know I was holding; she giggles before saying “Sorry, I couldn’t help but make you squirm.” I look her in the eye with mock hurt, her e
