7. He asked me out

DAMON 

I liked Evelyn. I really liked her. She was decently tall, had very smooth milky skin and wonderful eyes. She was a very attractive woman and was single so I wondered what was stopping me from asking her out. Yes, she just moved into town and it would appear like I was pushing things but that was the world we lived in, everything happened fast. 

“I say you go for it, what's the worst thing that could happen? She would shun you?” said Mason, as I told him of my plans to ask Evelyn out on a ‘date'.

“Well that's bad enough, not everyone's like you who ask everything in a skirt out.”

Mason laughed and shrugged repeatedly. “There's no denying that.”

I suddenly remembered the last time I fell in love. It was with Angela, the lady whom I thought I would spend my entire life with. The lady I was so confident was my soulmate, my other half, my wholeness. She was the last person I was in a relationship with, and when she broke out of my life, I almost died. Maybe I did, at the very least, a part of me did. The part of me she had under her control, that little thing that beats at the left part of my chest. 

I wasn't the kind of person who would lose balance over anything, no matter what the issue was, I always prided myself as one who would keep a calm head even in a storm. Well, when Angela Fox left me, I didn't just lose my balance, I was swept off my feet. One would never understand how it feels to lose the one person that makes you feel special in a way no one could. It was beyond just sharing intimacy with such a person, it was more about losing a place in the person's life...and finding that you have also done so in yours.  

“You know she is very hot, stop disturbing yourself with those thoughts roaming in your head, it's really okay to have something with her.” Mason aired, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“It's just that she has a kid, a sixteen year old.” 

“I'm guessing that doesn't bother you.”

I nodded my head in agreement. “Sure, it doesn't bother me at all, I don't care if she has ten kids.”

“Oh, then what's the issue? You worried about what others would say? F*ck them, it's your life, and you can't afford to care about what others would think.”

If I was being honest, that didn't bother me though I knew what people would say. It was ridiculous that people, in this modern age, shook heads at others when they see a couple that don't fit the normal ‘standard' we are used to seeing. If I succeed in having a thing with Evelyn, there would be some that won't be so happy with us though it has nothing to do with them. Evelyn, in particular, would be faulted for not finding a man her age. 

Most of all, what I feared was what my mother would do. My mother was incredibly close to me and I loved her but I knew how she was always concerned with whomever I dated. She wanted the best for me, and her ideal woman for me to marry was a calm beautiful woman with wonderful character...and that person had to be at least five years younger than me. Imagine telling her than I planned to date someone who was older me and also had a kid who was a senior in high school. She would immediately grow hatred for the innocent lady. 

“I'm sure you are thinking about what your mother would think.”

“You‘re sure you are a werewolf and not a mindreader?” I asked Mason teasingly. 

Mason tapped my shoulder and held on to it. “Look, I'm your friend and I want what is best for you. I know you don't like talking about it but you and I know haven't been the same person since Angela left...and it's completely normal. This Evelyn is the only person you have given a sh*t about since Angela, keep all your worries aside and start thinking of your happiness, cause no one is ever going to that for you.”

After Mason said that, he headed to his little club he ran downtown. Mason's words really encouraged me and I felt pumped with energy. 

“Evelyn Ithaca, here I come.” I whispered to myself and then left my house to hers. 

EVELYN 

Something happened to Lucas and as usual, he decided to keep it away from me. He came home yesterday with a bruised arm and a reddened face. I asked him severally what happened to him and on the nineteenth time, he told me he fell with his face to the ground. There was no way on this green earth I was believing that. But what choice did I have? He was Lucas, if he didn't want to tell you something, he just won't. 

“Really? Like, really? You fell with your face to the ground?” I had asked repeatedly.

I was quite happy it didn't require going to the hospital. With the help of the first-aid care, he was fine in no time. 

“And that's my girl.” Aunt Joanna said as she was pushed into our home on a wheelchair by the guy she called George,who had become a little close to Lucas. 

“Your nurse is still grieving?” I asked as I ushered them into the living room.”

“There's no fixed time for mourning."

Someone knocked softly on the door. With my powers, I had sensed that it was Damon. I could feel his whole being just beyond the door, I could feel the energy surging through his powerful bones. And he made me incredibly nervous. 

No, I wasn't going to face him. Not when Aunt Joanna was in the house...the woman would noticed my desire to bed Damon if I gave her even the slightest clue. Wait, so I wanted to sleep with Damon? 

No, never. I argued with myself.

“No, never.” I said aloud immediately noticing that George and Aunt Joanna were about one little step from giving me that stare that meant only one thing: she's crazy. 

“I meant no, never, no way you guys would come over and I wouldn't offer you something to eat.” I said, pathetically trying to explain why I yelled to myself.

“Well, coffee is fine for me.” Aunt Joanna said, looking at me funnily. 

“Lucas, could you get the door." I said as I  served Aunt Joanna and George coffee though I wanted so badly to hear what Damon was saying to Lucas. 

“Oh, Mum, he says he wants to see you.” Lucas said as he walked upstairs, and George went with him. 

“Wait, who is it?” I yelled, pretending I didn't know who was out the door. 

“Good afternoon.” I managed to let out as I saw him in a faded blue jean trousers and a green T-shirt, on which the  word ‘fire' was written. 

Yeah, everything about you is hot as hell, I pondered. 

“Hi, Ms Ithaca, I have a little favour to ask from you.”

I stared into his face, and held my chin high. “And what would that be?"

“Um, would you, like...would you go to the...I mean, would you have coffee with me, there's a Cafe just a few meters down the street.”

“I plan on opening one myself."

“Really? You will make it rock, I'm sure.”

I smiled wildly. “Thanks a lot, I appreciate that.”

“So what do you say, 8pm at the Cafe?"

“Nah, how about we have the coffee at your place?"

The moment the words came out of my mouth, I wanted nothing more than to swallow them back. Why would I suggest that? That made me look bloody cheap. 

“My place? Sure thing."

“It's a date then...no, I mean, it's all set then."

“See you then.” Damon said and began to walk back to his house, staring back twice.

I didn't like what was happening. I shouldn't allow myself be toyed by emotions, I wasn't a teenager anymore...I had one of my own now. I shouldn't put myself in a position where Damon would ever see me as one whom he could date. What was wrong with me? Why did I feel that way around him? That burning heat that made me want him to have the whole of me to himself. 

Could I be falling in love with him? Was he falling in love with me? Nah, it was just hormones making me think weird things. I repeated the same line over and over again, until I temporarily convinced myself that my attraction toward Damon was a mere fling.  

It was just coffee anyway, what could go wrong?