Alessia POV:
"I'm so sorry I kept you waiting," I apologize as I rush down the stairs to the garden.
Derek just sits, looking at me, transfix.
I dress casually, wearing a dark grey tank top and a pair of fitted, high-waist black shorts, and a black checkers.
"Ummm...." I clear my throat, hoping to break his fix gaze.
"Oh....I'm sorry.." he apologizes, running his fingers through his rich chestnut color hair, that now glitter in the half moonlight, messy. "Come over.", he says pointing to the only available seat which is beside him in the garden, on the swing."
I walk over, flipping and clapping my hands against themselves, nervously. While I watch him pour me a drink.
"You look edible..!" he says again.
"Sorry?" I blurt out.
He smiles, repeating."You look edible."
I guffaw. "I'm
