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and vanilla. She wanted to be perfect for Rourk.
    The necklace felt so heavy and annoying in the shower. She had to remind herself to be grateful for it. Keegan lathered up her legs to shave while she was singing at the top of her lungs to one of her favorite Adele songs. She wished she had a voice like that girl—Adele sang like an angel.
    She nicked herself as she was dancing. Damn it! That’s what I get for not paying attention.
    Keegan toweled herself off and pulled on her new underwear set. The bra had a bit of lace to it and the bottoms were just plain black. She twirled around in front of the mirror, checking herself at all angles. She shivered at the thought of Rourk’s hands on her body. How did I get so lucky?
    In her room, Keegan pulled out a dress she had found shopping with her mom. She had fallen in love with it when she saw it on the hanger. It was a v-neck dress with small ruffles down the buttons. Halfway down the fabric, there were cute ties on the side. She wanted the blue, but went with the gray, because it would match the necklace better. She pulled it over her head and brushed down the front to smooth it out. Keegan grinned and touched the little cap sleeves.
    She looked over at the clock: one hour to fix her hair and makeup. She had put her hair in a bun in the shower so she didn’t have to wait for it to dry. She sat down on her vanity desk and let her tangled mess of hair fall free from the bun. She smiled; she wouldn’t have to do too much to her hair. It was nice and wavy from being wrapped up.
    Keegan decided she didn’t want to go overboard with the make-up. It seemed guys didn’t like make up as much as girls did. Who would have guessed it? At least, that’s what Donald and crew said. Keegan felt a pang of guilt when she thought of Donald. He always said she looked best without a trace of make up and her hair wild. He had always made her feel beautiful.
    Keegan shook off thoughts of Donald, and went back to her make-up. When she was done, she had about twenty minutes left. She couldn’t stand waiting in the silence of the apartment, so she grabbed her cardigan and went to the airport.
    She couldn’t wait to see his face; she was so tempted to try to visualize him in her mind. Her mother was right—it wasn’t fair for her to check up on him all the time. Besides, she was going to have him there in the flesh in a few moments.
    She parked the jeep, jumped out, and shuffled inside. She was lost in thoughts of Rourk, and slammed into an older guy who was walking out of the building.
    “I’m sorry,” Keegan told him with a slight smile.
    He smiled back and said, “No problem.”
    She walked up to the board just inside the doors to see Rourk's arrival gate. His flight was advertised as Gate B6—and was on time—so Keegan took a deep breath and tried not to run in that direction.
    In just a few moments, my chosen will be walking through the entrance , she thought. The airport was busy since it was a Friday evening, but Keegan found a bench and sat down, watching people greet each other. She realized she had forgotten her camera. She smiled. Oh well, we will have a lifetime of photos ahead of us.
    Keegan felt the pain in her chest subsiding. He was closer. She stood up when she saw people coming through the gate. Her heart was pounding so fast. She scanned the crowd, searching for his face and her heart skipped a beat as his intense grey eyes met hers. He walked confidently towards her with his back pack was slung across one shoulder. She loved the plaid shirt he had on over his plain blue t-shirt. He was wearing cargo pants and looked like a model out of an outdoor magazine.
    She rushed forward as he approached and flung her arms around his neck.
    Rourk laughed when she caused him to lose his balance. “I take it you are happy to see me?”
    She pulled his head towards hers and kissed him lightly. “You have no idea. This week seemed to drag on. I couldn’t get you out of my