Three months. It had been three whole months since Ciara and I had started dating, and I could hardly believe how happy I felt. Every time I thought of her, a smile managed to creep onto my face, no matter where I was or what I was doing.
And it wasn't like I hadn't known her before or hadn't heard the whispers everyone knew Ciara, the oldest daughter of the demon queen and a notorious heartbreaker. She was that aloof, enchanting type who could charm anyone with a single glance.
I'd been skeptical about her at first, assuming she'd probably just want a fling or something lighthearted, but she'd shown me a side of herself I never would have guessed existed.
It was strange, actually. For all her attitude, Ciara was surprisingly kind, sweet in little ways that she probably didn't even realize.
She'd brush a lock of my hair behind my ear when she thought no one was looking, or stay up talking with me until the stars started to fade.
