Who: Verity Ashford and Oliver Wood When: 6pm, Tuesday, December 4 Where: Oliver's place What: A second chance at Dinner Rating: TBD Status: In Progress
Verity wasn't as prepared for this dinner date as she was for the last one. She'd been woken way before her alarm this morning by text messages from a still-drunk (or hungover?) Oliver. She'd tried her best to erase the worst parts of their first dinner date out of her mind, but she kept coming back to the good points. The feel of his hand on her leg, his lips against hers. She wanted nothing more than to give herself into it, to let herself fall in love again. But she was so terrified of getting hurt. So absolutely terrified.
She showed up after work, still feeling a bit sticky from the shop. She stood on his front porch for a moment, holding her hand up as if to knock, but hesitated. It was hard to steel herself for what she knew was coming. Pushing him away was getting harder and harder the more time they spent together.
Finally she knocked, lifted her hands to run over her hair, and waited for him to answer.