fall • brad simpson [on hold]

twelve • dates - part two

It was such a stunning sight, I couldn't stop myself from staring at all the decorative details in place. The bricks had small designs drawn on them, clearly having been there a while, adding a lot of meaning and warmth to the building. 

Before I even had the chance to look at the name of the hotel, I felt Brad grab my hand in his and move his lips close to my ear.

'I know' He smirked against my skin, causing goose bumps to rise upon my neck. 'Now don't go off on some shit about me not paying for you, it's already paid and I won't take your money. I organised this after all.'

I was still in shock over the gorgeous building in front of us, so the only words I was able to speak were 'Oh my God', which barely left my lips before I gasped once again. I noticed Brad has his bags hanging on his shoulder, and mine in his other hand that wasn't occupied with holding a grip on mine, meaning I didn't have to worry about getting my bag out of the car.

'Now hurry up, we still have to get changed.' As I was unable to still form a full sentence, I just nodded and  let Brad lead the way into the building.

We walked through the gorgeous archway and towards the front desk, and with myself still in awe, Brad spoke up. 'Reservations under Simpson' He said. Oh, so this place was a hotel?

How the heck am I ever going to repay this? This is incredible! I was not expecting anything at all like this, considering he had only asked me on a date a few days ago.

I was still in a trance as I felt Brad drag me towards the elevator and push the button, signalling we were going to a room and not just to wherever in the hotel the second part of the date was being held. I was trying to take in all of the details and designs the hotel had, but it seemed as if I didn't have enough time as before I knew it the elevator had opened the doors again, and we were heading down the hall towards a room.

'Now. Fortunately, we have the room for the night, I'm not forcing you to do anything you're not comfortable with and I asked your dad this morning and he said he was fine with us in the room together as long as you weren't pregnant in the next few weeks. That was awkward, but I assured him that wasn't going to happen.' I felt a blush start to creep up my cheeks. 

Damn it, Dad.

'However, we only have around half an hour before the second part of this glorious date, so you might want to hurry up. Remember to wear socks!' He shouted, as he pushed me into the bathroom with my bag. 'Also, wear something warm. Preferably a jacket' He said through the door.

I looked at myself in the mirror, and my make up had miraculously stayed put for the day, but I still felt the need to jazz it up a little, to match the second outfit. I re-applied my foundation and mascara, before powdering my face a little to make it last. I decided against lipstick, because knowing myself I would smudge it accidentally. I slipped on my dress and tights, wriggling my way to try and fit the curves of the fabrics. I popped on my pumps, keeping it simple, and grabbed my leather jacket I had placed in my bag for emergencies this morning.

I stepped out of the bathroom to be greeted by Brad, with his eyes popped open and his jaw wide, sat on the edge of the bed patiently waiting. He was wearing his regular black skinny jeans, but this time he had decided to go with a black suit jacket, white shirt and tie. He looked incredible – smart yet sexy at the same time.

He stood up from the bed and made his way over to me, taking my hands in his and eyeing my up and down.

'Wow,' he whispered. 'You look beautiful.' I blushed at his words before returning the compliment, and slipping the jacket over my arms. 'Ready to go?' He asked.

'Of course, lead the way'

Brad took my hand again and intwined our fingers, leading my down the halls and corridors of the hotel, making a mental note to never stop thanking him for this day.