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Luckily for us, they also accommodate the underage crowd. He couldn’t have known it, but this is exactly my type of scene. Tonight there’s a cover band playing their own interpretations of everything ranging from the hits of the ‘80s to Pearl Jam and Matchbox Twenty.
    Declan ushers me to a booth with a clear shot of the stage. We order drinks and fries, and I tap my foot, singing along to Rick Springfields’s Jesse’s Girl . Declan excuses himself from the table and my guess is he’s headed to the men’s room. But when I see him over at the stage, talking to one of the band members, I can’t help but wonder what he’s up to. He looks over at me with a devilish grin and a raised index finger, signaling that he’ll be a minute.
    The next thing I know, Declan’s on stage with the mic in his hand, peering down at me with a shy smile.
    Is this really happening?
    The lead singer of the band tilts the mic to his mouth to make an announcement.“I’m gonna rest my pipes for the next set while my man Declan takes over. Seems like Dec wants to make a special first impression tonight. Take it away, buddy.”
    Declan rolls his eyes and fake punches the lead singer in the gut. I guess they’re friends. The band starts to play. The drum beat is sensual, mesmerizing. After a bar or two, Declan starts to sing and all I hear are the words, I want you…you make me want you . He repeats them again, staring right at me.
    Oh. My. God.
    This is one of my favorite songs, and as sexy as the lead singer is when he sings this, Declan blows him away. And he’s singing it about me! I lose track of all reality as his raspy voice takes me away. Hearing him sing the words I want you makes my heart skip a beat. This is the best first date ever! I wouldn’t mind it being my last first date either.
    When he’s finished making me feel like the luckiest girl in the world, the mass of rowdy boys and swooning girls cheer, mobbing Declan with high-fives. He makes his way back to our table and sits down as if nothing’s happened.
    I stare at him in disbelief.
    He takes a sip of his Diet Coke and says nothing.
    “Seriously, dude? Are you kidding?” I pinch his arm, deflating back into the booth.
    “What?” he says with a wicked grin.
    “ What? So that’s how we’re playing this? Okay, I’ll just come out and say it then…um, amazing. That was amazing, Declan. No one has ever done something like that for me before.”
    “Who said I was doing it for you?” he arches an eyebrow.
    I slap his arm this time, tilting my head as if to say “ really?”
    “I’m kidding, Mia. But not about what I said up there. I definitely want you.”
    I motion to the waitress to get us the check.
    Declan narrows his eyes, grimacing. “Check? Is our date over?”
    I lean over the table and give Declan an inviting, pre-game peck on his soft lips. “Date’s definitely not over. But can we get out of here? I kind of want you too.”
     

     
    We escape the loudness of The Alibi in to a brisk, beautiful October night. I love the fall, the way the weather starts to cool, foreshadowing all the things that I love about the last three months of the year; winter and the holidays and the way they spark a kind of innocent magic that I’ll never outgrow.
    Declan takes my hand in his, entwining our fingers together. His touch sparks something, but it’s not innocence. The simple gesture is sweet, but after the way he just serenaded me, sweet isn’t going to cut it. I don’t want him to think I’m some slut ready to give it up to him on our first date, we hardly know each other. But God help me for not wanting to reciprocate his sweet, gentle wooing. I want him to kiss me with the same eager desire that gleamed in his penetrating eyes when he sang those words to me.
    As we walk in silence, hand in hand, to the bus stop where the shuttle back to campus picks us up, I can’t control my devilish musings. Whitney won’t be back at the dorm tonight, and I intend on