It had been a few peaceful days since Carson and I shared our first kiss.
The house was quiet. The wounds on my skin had fully healed now, but the memories still visited me in my sleep, but I'm healing fast.
That morning, Carson came to me with a little grin on his face.
“What?” I asked, raising my brows.
He hid something behind his back. “Guess what I planned,”he said.
“Oh no,” I said, narrowing my eyes playfully. “What did you do this time?"I added.
“Date night,” he said proudly, bringing out two tickets and shaking them in the air. “We’re going out tonight,”he added.
“Going out?” I blinked. “Like… leaving the house?"I asked.
“Yes. You need air, music, lights. You need to feel alive again,” he said. “And I want to see you smile somewhere else other than the kitchen or balcony.”
I giggled. “I don’t have anything to wear."I said.
“You don’t need anything fancy. Just wear what makes you feel beautiful,” he said. “Because to me, you already are,”he added.
I rolled my eyes and smiled. “S
