Chapter Fifteen
"I know I'm not a grocery item but I can tell when you're checking me out."
– Anonymous
I was nervous as all hell for my date with Ciaran.
For one thing, Obsidian Black's words still burned in my mind, permanently imprinted on the inside of my eyelids every time I so much as blinked. I had done what he said and burned the letter, but not before memorising it word for word.
Secondly, I was nervous simply because this would be my first real date, if it was even that. Sure, I'd had boyfriends before, but the most we had ever done in terms of dates was have a movie night, which really meant pretend to watch a movie while we made out on my couch and leaped to opposite ends of the room every time my mom walked in. Of course she always knew. Moms had a way of knowing.
Now
