First Dance.

[bloodsong1]

"What are you doing here?" I ask incredulously. He cut his hair since the summer.

"I'm enrolled here. Business management. You?"

"Botany. It's a shame you cut your hair." D grins and runs his fingers through his short black locks.

"You think so?"

"Yes. You look hot with long hair."

"I'll remember that." I blush slightly. Again. Good grief. "So, Tuxedo Mask. What's your real name?"

"Sher. You?"

"Rae." He holds out his hand. I take it and he kisses my knuckles. My toes curl slightly and my blush deepens. Blast. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Ditto." I pull my hand away. "Let me guess, you hate your first name too."

"With a passion." Rae chuckles. "Why my parents decided on an angel's name I'll never know."

"At least yours isn't French." I counter. He cocks his head, then grins.