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Trinity

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  Somehow, we managed to settle down long enough for me to pick an outfit for the night of the full moon. I didn't know what he had planned, but I didn't think it was going to be another fancy restaurant. Even he said that last week was kind of a special occasion because I was going to be trapped at home for a long time. So, I had a feeling we would be staying home, but Juniper didn't agree with me.

  I had selected a pair of jeans that were so dark blue they almost looked black, but they were also low riders and showed an ample amount of my hips, this was Juniper's insistence. She had told me I needed to show some skin, never mind that it was the end of December. 'Not like you'll get cold anyway' she had played off the wintry weather.

  I paired them with a sky-blue halter top that left everything from my belly button down bare. Over that I would wear a black denim jacket that was so dark the silver buttons seemed to shine. I thought the entire outfit was too flirty, but that was reining Juniper in a lot from what she had originally planned. I really did want to get to know Reece more before I slept with him, but Juniper seemed to be in a hurry for me to get him into my pants.

  The long awaited (dreaded) night arrived. I took the time to do my hair a little different than usual. I did two small yet elaborate braids, one down each side of my head, then pulled the hair until the braid was loose and the twists looked bigger. I left a little of my bangs to hang in my face before pulling the braids and remaining hair back into a low ponytail. It wasn't super fancy, but I thought it would go well with what I was wearing tonight.

  After my hair was done, I did my light make-up. Just a dusting up shadow on my eyes, mascara, and some lipstick. When I looked in the mirror, I didn't really recognize myself. I never dressed like this. Reece was going to think I was being stupid if I went out there like this. I looked at the clock, it was just after seven, if I hurried, I could pick something else.

  That's when I heard the knock on my door.

  "Little Bunny?" Reece called from the door. Crap, I had been too focused on getting ready. I hadn't been paying attention. I didn't notice his scent coming down the hall.

  "Coming." I answered. Oh Goddess, I don't have time to change now. I opened the door slowly, nervously. I saw him standing there dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a light green t-shirt with a black leather jacket over it. We almost matched, and it made me want to laugh.

  "You really do like the color green, don't you?" I asked him.

  "I could say the same with you and blue." He commented as he tugged lightly on the lacey front of my halter top. The slight tug helped pull me toward him and made my breasts strain against the shirt, my eyes went wide.

  "Well, blue is my favorite color. Just like I'm guessing green is yours."

  "It used to be, but I'm really starting to like blue." He smirked at me causing me to look away as I blushed. He chuckled slightly before continuing. "Are you ready to go have dinner?" He asked me.

  "Yeah, just let me grab my shoes." I said. I hadn't put them on yet when I opened the door for him.

  I walked over to sit on the bed, my shoe choice for the night was sitting next to it on the floor. I had chosen boots, but not ones meant for warmth or hiking. These boots had a modest heel, at least compared to those stilettos, of only an inch and a half. I leaned forward and pulled them on, up and over the jeans, all the way to my knees. I could feel his eyes on me as I moved, but I didn't look at him, I didn't need that distraction.

  When I stood and looked back at him, his honey golden eyes looked nearly amber now with whatever emotion he was hiding at the moment. Usually when his eyes darkened like that he was mad at me, but he's the one that asked me out, even though I know it was probably suggested by someone else.

  "Ready?" He asked me again.

  "Yup." I nodded my head. He held his hand out toward me like he had done before and this time I took it. He seemed satisfied, smiling as he wrapped his arm around my waist.

  "Stairs or elevator?" He asked me as we walked out of my room.

  "Stairs." I answered quickly, too quickly, he looked at me and laughed.

  "I'm not going to attack you every time we're in the elevator." He smiled darkly. "I'm not an animal."

  "Oh, you're not? And here I thought you were the puppy that I was trying to train." I giggled. He grinned even wider.

  "Does that mean I get to act like a bad dog, so you have to train me more." I couldn't tell if he was joking or not and just looked at him. "Hmmm, that was an interesting response. Don't worry, I will behave myself." His evil smile turned into an angelic one. I didn't trust it one bit.

  He didn't take me to the garage, so I was right that we weren't going out to dinner. Where he took me was the solarium.

  "Dinner under the stars." He said smiling. I saw that there had been a small table brought into the room and covered with a white tablecloth. There was a delicious looking meal waiting for us that was clearly made by Abigail. Candles were lit on the table and around the room, the soft glowing light gave off a beautifully romantic atmosphere.

  "This looks lovely." I smiled at him as he walked to the table and pulled out a chair for me.

  "Won't you have a seat, mia amata?" His smile was radiant and charming, and almost enough to draw me in to get lost forever.

  "Italian?" I looked at him quizzically.

  "So, you speak it as well?" He smiled sheepishly.

  "It was one of the many languages Grandfather insisted on me learning, so yes ragazzo amante, I speak it as well."

  "Lover boy?" He grinned. "Is that how you see me?"

  "Well, Fido is already Italian, I could have called you cucciolo, but I didn't think you'd like that."

  "No, piccolo coniglietto, I wouldn't."

  "Don't call me a bunny." He laughed at my pouty face.

  "And remember that I am no puppy." He growled playfully.

  I took the seat he offered me. His hands lingered momentarily on my shoulders after he helped push my chair in. He sat across from me, the candles flickering against his honeyed complexion made him look mysterious.

  The dinner was delicious. Juicy steaks prepared so they had just the right amount of pink left. Roasted potatoes with parmesan and garlic. Grilled asparagus crisped and caramelized just slightly. There was a Caesar salad and breadsticks to go with it as well.

  Reece poured us both a glass of red wine.

  "What are you doing?" I asked him.

  "Having dinner with you." He said sarcastically.

  "I'm only eighteen, I'm not old enough to drink that." I reminded him.

  "I won't tell if you don't." He joked.

  "Honestly, you're such a bad influence." I joked with him as I took the glass of wine. I had tried some before, taste-testing with my cousin when we were growing up. Carter and I wanted to see what all the fuss was about it. It was alright, but not my favorite. Hopefully that changed sometime over the last eight years.

  This wine was sweet, not too overpowering, which made it easy to drink.

  "How is it?" He asked me.

  "Better than the one I tried when I was eleven." I told him. He raised an eyebrow. "I was curious." I laughed.

  "Looks like I need to keep an eye on you, if you do whatever makes you curious." His innuendo was not lost on me.

  "Heel Fido." I snapped. "I don't 'do' whatever makes me curious." He laughed.

  "Fine, but I am curious as to what does interest you."

  "Why?" His curiosity confused me. Why was he so interested in me?

  "You intrigue me. You never do what I expect you to do. Just when I think I have you figured out you do the opposite of what I expect you to do."

  "So, I'm nothing more than a curiosity? Something for you to explore, figure out, play with for a bit then get bored with?"

  "Why do you do that?" He asked me.

  "Do what?"

  "Assume the worst of everything I say."

  "Maybe because I've been given plenty of reasons to think that way about you." I countered.

  "But can't you see that I have been trying to apologize and make it up to you?" He almost seemed like he was pleading with me.

  "Not really."

  "What is it going to take to make you believe what I say?" He demanded.

  "I don't know, Reece. I just don't know yet."

  "I'm going to keep trying." His voice sounded sincere, and I truly hoped he was.

  "I hope so." I said quietly.

  We ate our dinner, and Reece brought out a small cake for dessert. It was a carrot cake, which was my favorite. I thought about asking how he knew, but I was certain Noah or Carter told him, or more likely Abigail, about my preferences. The meal was excellent, the conversation and atmosphere, not so much.

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