Venus POV
I fiddled with my hair for the hundredth time within the hour. Nothing that I did with it looked good. Should I wear it up or down? Either way my hair was going to look horrendous, so it almost didn't matter what I did to it.
My fingers let the tendrils slip through them so that my hands could slap the counter. I looked at my hair in the mirror before I jerked one of the top drawers. I opted to just curl my hair and pulled out my curling iron.
All of my agitations puzzled me. I shouldn't even want to go on this date. I didn't care about Hunter and he was practically forcing me to go. So why was I so anxious?
As I was deep in thought, the wand briefly made contact with the side of my neck causing me to jump and pull it away. If either one of us rejected the other, the pain wou
