His Secret Princess
“Thank you. You don’t look half bad, yourself.”
Matt smirked. He really did look handsome; his dark hair was tousled and a little messy, just as it always was, but he wore a tight-fitting shirt with a leather jacket and tailored pants. Even though his jacket, I could see how his muscles, bound tightly from years of playing hockey, strained to get out.
He closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side, his movements confident and graceful. I watched him, my heart pounding in my chest.
Was this really happening? Was I really going on a date with Matt, after everything I had done to cut myself off from this double life I was leading?
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