“Klaus, give it back!” you whined reaching up, trying in vain to reach the novel he held above his head. “Now, why would I do that love?” he asked with a teasing smirk, making you want to crush his beautiful face and melt at the same time.
It was Klaus Mikaelson after all.
You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t had a few daydreams about him. That charming accent, his dark blonde hair, those enthralling blue-green eyes. He was the perfect package.
“Klaus, I’m warning you. Give it back or else-” “Or else what?” he interrupted coming a step closer, with the book still being out of your reach. He looked at you with intensity in his pools, calculating your next move, challenging you to move forward and take what belonged to you, taunting you.
“Just give it back Nik” you sighed raising your hands in surrender. “I’ll tell you what. I will give you this book back if” he placed the book in front of his chest to give emphasis with nothing but mischievousness dancing in his eyes and a devilish smirk on his face.
“If?” you raised an eyebrow with curiosity in your eyes.
“If you have dinner with me” he finished, gazing at you intensely awaiting an answer. Your smile vanished and you looked at him more seriously. Biting your lip, and looking up in his eyes boldly. Trying to find a trace of a joke or something, but no, the only thing you saw was honesty.
“How do I know this isn’t a trick?” you asked after a while with a playful smile on your lips. He gave a deep chuckle, flickering his eyes downwards with a grin.
“You don’t. Call it a deal with the devil if you’d like.” his lips turning slightly upwards. Damn his pretty face.
“Alright fine. Dinner, tomorrow night” you said trying to hide the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach which seemed a little too obvious. “Good” he started coming closer.
Your heart started to beat fast due to nervousness as his eyes flickered down to your lips and you could feel his hot breath on your face. He looked up again, locking you in his stare filled with longing and fondness. He started to move towards your ear breathing on the shell of it making you gulp slightly, with a small shiver running down your spine and your throat dry.
“I look forward to it” were the last words you heard after which you felt something in your hand and a gust of wind blowing in your face. You blinked, looking down, only to see your novel in your hands that gave you a free ticket to a date with your crush.