Chapter 7

Jacob POV

It's a balmy evening. The full moon shines brightly in the night sky.

Holding my stare in the mirror, I button up my shirt and straighten my trousers. My hands start to shake, so I pour myself a neat whisky. What's that thing about Dutch courage? Hopefully it works, because I'm nervous as fuck.

Taking a deep breath, I put my mask on, turn the doorknob, and opened the door. There she is, standing across the bed from me. You know when you a play a scene over and over again in your head of how it's supposed to go? This wasn't it. Nothing could prepare me for this exquisite specimen standing before me.

I'm a man of few words, and even now I'm struggling to string them. together just to get out a "Hi." How am I supposed to have a conversation with her if I can't even speak?

She's wearing a black silk dress that is hugging every curve of her body, teasing but not enticing.

Her eyes are covered by the mask, but I can see lightly-freckled cheeks accompanying blood red lips. Those li