Gabriella

Why didn’t I ask where we were going to dinner?

As I stood in the middle of my closet, wrapped in a towel following a quick shower, I debated my clothing choices. I didn’t want to be overdressed, but knowing Damien, it was more likely that I’d be underdressed. The man exuded sexiness no matter what he wore or didn’t wear.

The clock on my dresser told me I had only twenty minutes to make a decision and turn myself into a ...