Hailee's POV
A message popped up on my phone:
"I'm outside your apartment. You done?"
My heart gave a little jump as I stared at it, then slowly let out a breath. I turned to the mirror, smoothing my hands over the soft off-shoulder top I'd chosen—cream-colored, light, and simple but flattering.
I wasn't dressed too much, but I wasn't underdressed either.
Just right.
The ripped high-waisted jeans hugged my hips in all the right places, and I'd thrown on a pair of white sneakers to keep things casual. My red hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, a few loose strands framing my face naturally. I added a light dab of gloss to my lips and blinked at my reflection.
"Okay, you can do this," I whispered to myself.
I grabbed my phone, tossed it in my small crossbody bag, and headed for the door. Butterflies fluttered in my belly as I stepped out of my apartment and locked my door.
The moment I turned around, there was Dane.
