Allison's POV
When I agreed to date Xander Black, I thought I was done making decisions. I should get my head checked for. But it seems I'm not, because when he asked if I wanted to go on a date, my mouth opened without my brain's permission and blurted out "yes!"
Now it's Saturday, and I'm sitting in his car, staring at the fingers entwined on my lap and wondering what the heck made me convince myself that this might be a good idea.
"Are you nervous?" Xander asks from beside me.
I nearly jump out of my seat.
"Of course not," I respond, waving the possibility aside with a thin laugh. "I'm not nervous at all, Mr. Black."
"Yes, I can totally see that," he replies.
The sarcasm isn't lost on me. I whip my head around to stare at him, stunned. I'm even more shocked to see the small, teas
