I turned to look in the mirror, hoping I would like what I saw. Luckily, I loved my reflection. The shirt was cut just low enough to show cleavage, but not too much. And the way it hugged my hips made my petite torso 100% more attractive. And the jeans fit perfectly, embracing every curve my legs had to offer, and also making my butt a little more perky.
Who was this girl looking back at me? I've never looked so astonishing in my entire life. I slithered my arms into the jacket holes, adding the perfect touch of edginess to my outfit. I walked over to my closet, hoping to find shoes that accented my calves. Thank god my mom bought me these cream heels that matched perfectly with my top. I've never warn them, due to the fact that I thought they were stripper heels, but hey, what do I have to lose (other than my virginity)?
My phone vibrated, making me shiver. It was Liam. What's your address babe? ;) My hands shook as I typed my response one number and letter at a time, making sure not to mess up. He quickly responded back Be there in 5, cant wait to see you. I can honestly say I felt the same way.
I heard the doorbell ring, so I reapplied my lipstick once more and headed downstairs and towards the front door. I opened it to find him standing there, holding a dozen red roses. He was wearing a plain white shirt topped with a light-wash denim jacket, dark jeans, and white basketball-looking shoes. I could see his muscles through his jacket, hardly being constrained. He looked like an angel but made me feel devilish inside. The things I could do to him would send me straight to hell.
His coffee colored eyes made there way up and down my body, scanning me like he had done to the list just hours ago, before he noticed I was looking at him. "Babe, you look stunning," he said, his voice sending goosebumps all over my arms. His voice alone could cause someone to fall in love with him, but with his looks, charm, and personality, he was the complete perfect package. And tonight, I was lucky enough to open it up and see what else is inside.
I stepped outside, locking the door behind me. My parents were both still at work, so I was kinda on my own until I got home, although they'd probably already be in bed.
We made our way to his car, which was a black Escalade. Was he rich? I mean it doesn't matter, but I'd really like to know. He opened the door for me, like a gentleman. As I pushed myself into the car, I could smell strawberries. I looked at the rear view mirror, and I saw a strawberry air freshener in the shape of a candle hanging there, swinging back and forth. He was staring at me, and when I looked back at him I sort of giggled. "What?" he questioned, "Do you not like strawberries?"
"Liam, you're such a cutie. Did you just buy this today?" His lips formed into a tender smile before they opened to let his words flow out smoothly, "Yea. I didn't want you to smell the sweat and dirt from when I worked out earlier and think I was disgusting and repulsive." The image of him working out flashed into my head, and shivers ran down my spine. The thought of him shirtless, holding heavy weights, was my new weakness. I could just see his muscles flexing and his veins popping out in ways I've never seen before. I would do ANYTHING to see my fantasy become a reality.
The sound of the door closing snapped me out of my trance. I looked to my left and saw him making his way into the driver's seat, his door closing gently behind him. He turned the key to begin the ignition, buckled up, and then looked at my body. "Babe, you better fasten your seat belt. I don't want anything to happen to you."
"Yea yea yea," I said, grabbing the buckle before stretching it across my chest and pushing it into it's desired hole. He's so protective, but I love it. He pushed the clutch into drive, and backed out of my driveway before carefully turning onto the busy street.
I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Thank god he was too busy looking at the street to notice that my eyes haven't left his face since we made our way to the movies. Eager to break the silence, I cleared throat before asking, "What movie are we going to see?" in which he quickly responded, "Well, 'Devil's Due' is suppose to be horrifyingly good." He giggled at his own cheesy joke, and I as well couldn't hold back from releasing a little chuckle. "That sounds great. I love scary movies!" I said, extremely excited that he chose a horror film. But we all know what seeing horror films on dates mean...and I couldn't be more thrilled of what the evening held.
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