Hallie's Story: I Don't Know Who To Love

idence. "Hey, I'm Dominic, but my friends call me K," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. I was instantly intrigued, curiosity lighting up

making it feel like fireworks were exploding in my chest, each burst to light

ughts of Dominic that flooded my mind. The encounter replayed vividly: his warm smile, the way he introduced himself with effortless charm. As soon as I stepped through the door, I eagerly

oft glow that seemed to pulse with potential. As it booted up, my heart raced faster, hoping for a sign that he felt the same spark. There it was-two messages from Dominic! A huge smile spread

t to eat dinner, and by the next morning, my stomach definitely reminded me of that oversight. With our exams behind us, he extended a warm invitation for a casual date that evening-a si

overflowing with daydreams of our future wedding together, even weaving fantasies about kid's names and who they'll look like. As the

ce. For accessories, I chose dainty gold jewellery that subtly twinkled against my skin without overpowering the look. Keeping it simple, I opted for just a touch of lip gloss and a precise

as attentive yet unobtrusive, and the food was exquisite-each dish was a beautifully presented masterpiece that delighted our taste buds. As we savoured our meal, we delved into deep conversations about our lives, revealing pieces of ourselves that we rarely share with others. I w

and rain began to pour. I instinctively raised my hands to protect my hair, but before I could really react, he took my hand in his. "Come on, I live cl

about his next move, he added, "I'm taking mine off too so you won't feel uncomfortable running on the streets alone with bare feet." I couldn't help but smile at his thoughtfulness as he extended his hands out, ready to take my heels. It felt w

as a contrast to the bustling city outside; it was nice and minimalist. The interior exuded a cosy, cabin-like charm, with wood accents and

s voice calm as I took in the comforting atmosphere around me. I turned my attention to him, a slight smile pla

ge into; they're on the bed," he added, a hint of nervousness creeping into his demeanour as he raked his hand through his hair. "Oh, thank you," I said, liftin

hind me, I swiftly peeled off my soaking-wet clothes, shivering slightly from the chill. Welcomed by the warm fabric of his oversized shirt and p

ked, rising from his seat as he noticed me. He walked over, took my hand in his, and gently guided me towards the couc

a shower. Make yourself comfortable, okay?" he said, his smile disarming and genuine. I watched him retreat into the bathroom, feeling a mi