One step at a time, I took down the winding stairs that lead to the living room. I was nervous, thinking if the little stunt I was about to pull was going to work out. Or if it was too much.
A sigh escaped my lips when I finally reached the living room to find that Aiden wasn't there yet.
As I sat on the sofa waiting, with my shoes beside me because I needed Aiden to help me with them. The jeering feeling that I may ruin this constantly plagued at the back of my mind. This was the first time I was asking Aiden out on a date. But that wasn't my only plan.
We had agreed to dress separately for the date, upon my insistence that is, and I wanted to finish first so I could wait for him, give myself enough time to prepare my heart for what I was about to do.
Tomorrow, we'd be moving to the
