Leila's POV
The Date #1
"I want to take you out," Blake whined childishly. I spun around to face him and smiled, "you said that like a week ago, and plus I'm busy with schoolwork, I'm trying to catch up as fast as possible." He slipped off the bed and stumbled towards me before grabbing the handles of the chair and dragging it towards him.
Blake and I have been cooped up in this room for the past week ever since summer vacation began. Me, more so that I could catch up on any assignments I missed by any chance, which I have and Blake to assist me. Although he doesn't want to admit it, I know he spent his entire week in here just because he didn't want to leave me.
Helping me with my work was just an excuse. I wasn't complaining though, Blake was once a child prodigy who got his PhD at the tender age of 20. There's no one I trust more to tutor me than Blake himself.
His face hovered before mine, his breath was heavy on my skin and I couldn't tear my eyes away from his blue irises, the more I stared into them, the more I became mesmerized. "I didn't take you out because you had work to do. But you've had enough, it's time to take a break." Those words coming from him were more than just astonishing.
Blake is usually all about work, no-nonsense business and now he's the one pressuring me to go out? Oh, how the turn tables have.
"Let me think," I mused. He remained silent, appearing as if he were dangling at the edge of his seat anxious for my answer. "No," his lips lifted into a giddy smile, "great! Wear something nice, not too casual but not too formal you know? Like one of your sundresses, I like those, you look really beautiful in them."
I gawked at him, what the hell was even going through that big brain of his?" Y-you do realize I said no right?" He pivoted on his heels to face me and said in monotone, "I'm sorry but the word 'no' cannot be found in my dictionary, please try again later." I bellowed out in laughter, unable to contain it inside.
Looking back on how Blake's and I relationship started, I'm proud to say we've come a long way. I thought Blake would have given me hell, I mean the first few weeks he did, we were mortal enemies, but eventually, Blake became the person I looked to for comfort.
And right now I couldn't be happier.
"Fine since you're so persistent we'll go on a date, and it better be a good one too because you're cutting my studies short. I expected better from you, professor." Instead of responding he wrapped his arms around my waist and hoisted me off the computer chair effortlessly.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and squealed loudly as his grip tightened around my waist and he drew back towards the bed until he plopped down onto it. With me still in his arms, he lowered his head down onto my chest and snuggled close to me, smiling softly to himself.
A few weeks ago I'd probably crawl into a hole, embarrassed by the position we were currently in. But Blake and I have come such a long way I no longer feel nervous and uneasy around him. I feel safe in his hands, comforted, loved. I ran my hands through his silky hair and smiled as I laid my chin on top of his head.
This past week, since summer vacation began although I've been indulged in school, it's still been blissful spending every day with Blake and I hope nothing else tears us apart. "You know. . you've managed to make me the happiest man in the world," he whispered. His chest rumbled against mine as he spoke and his fingertips drew circles against my exposed skin.
I squirmed in his arms, "I doubt that," I replied.
He hugged me tightly - at least tighter than he already was - his cheek was nestled against my chest or to not put it so lightly; atop my exposed cleavage. I cleared my throat and retracted my hands from his hair, "hey, you gonna let me go now?" I asked, part of me hoping that he'd say yes, the other no.
"Hmmm, no, your–hakkunah tattas are comfy, I almost fell asleep."
"Blake!" I squealed, suddenly growing self-conscious. So much for not being nervous around him. He chuckled deeply and drew his head back, "Okay, maybe I'm not. Can I trade pillows?" I shook my head vigorously and pinched his nose, "no."
"Please. . ."
"I said no."
"Fine, they're not that soft anyways," he grumbled as he shoved me onto the bed. I sat upright, gawking up at the amused expression on his face. Before I could reply he pivoted on his heels and disappeared down the hallway leading to the bathroom.
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Blake suggested that I wore a sundress so I opted for my cream-coloured sunflower imprinted dress that stopped just above my knees. Along with that, I decided to wear my white sandals and a blue jeans jacket. I wasn't sure where we were headed but it definitely was not a restaurant.
Blake left a few minutes ago to get the car, he claimed he wanted me to have the full date experience and pick me up like an ordinary teen couple, whatever that means. Even though I told him that makes no sense, we practically live in the same place so we could leave together, his exact words were and I quote, "I don't see a twenty-year-old standing in front of me so that makes you a child, Brat."
He texted me a few minutes ago that he was out waiting by the car and that I should come down.
This is ridiculous but sweet.
When I was done dressing, I retrieved my phone from the nightstand and my handbag. I made it out of the room and down to the student's lounge in no time. It was currently minutes to six but seeing as it was summer, the sun won't go down until ten am which gives us ample time for our date.
I made it towards the parking lot and stopped dead in my tracks at the familiar mop of brown hair hovering beside a black truck I'm pretty sure wasn't his unless he bought a new vehicle without telling me. He wore a pair of ripped black jeans, a white turtle neck sweater, a cream-coloured cardigan thrown over along with white sneakers.
As I trekked towards him I couldn't stop gawking. At the sight of me, he pushed himself off the truck. We remained silent, assessing one another intently until he broke the silence, "you look beautiful." He said without giving me a moment to respond before his hand wrapped around my wrist and he tugged me into his arms.
I hugged him tightly, burying my face into his chest, "thank you," my voice was muffled by the thickness of his sweater. Though, I could tell he heard me by the soft chuckle that parted through his lips. He placed his hands onto my shoulders and drew me back. He unlocked the passenger door and pulled the door open before motioning towards it.
"Get in," I obliged and slipped into the truck. He slammed the door shut behind me and sauntered towards the driver's side. I leaned against the window, trying to conceal the giddy smile that crawled onto my lips. Seriously, could I be any luckier?
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"Come on," he grunted as his arms slipped around my waist. He hoisted me up and reluctantly my legs lifted upwards as I hiked it onto the platform I could feel beneath my feet. "When can I open my eyes?" I whined as I waved my hands in front of me aimlessly. I could feel Blake's presence beside me and yet still he hadn't answered.
Instead, he tugged me down and with a squeal, I toppled into what I assumed was his lap. His arms came around my waist comfortably before his mouth laid to rest beside my ear, "open your eyes now." I flickered them open quickly, expecting to see us sitting in what I assumed was a park but it wasn't.
It was a drive-in theatre. I've never been to one but I remember telling Blake that I really wanted to experience it. I couldn't help but blush deeply as I averted my eyes from the big screen and towards Blake. Beneath him sat a white bed sheet, surrounded by two of our pillows, a blue cooler which most likely held our drinks and snacks.
The giddy smile on Blake's face did nothing to ease the butterflies swarming my stomach. I couldn't believe he did all this for me. Getting back together with Blake was the best decision I've ever made and no one could tell me otherwise. At this moment I wasn't scared who could recognize us, all I cared about was being in the arms of the person I loved, enjoying a movie.
"What do you think?" He inquired, a hopeful look etched on his face. I captured his cheek in my hand and peppered his face with kisses. His laughter bubbled around me until I pulled away to face him, "I think it's amazing." I responded with a smile in which he returned. "Good, I was scared you wouldn't like it."
I slipped off his lap and decided to unbuckle my sandals. I wanted to get comfortable, enjoy this as much as possible. "Why would you think that, Blake?" I asked incredulously. He followed in suit with me and slipped off his sneakers as a sheepish smile crawled onto his lips, "I thought you'd maybe want something more romantic."
Hesitantly, I placed my palm onto his cheek and tilted his head towards me. His oceanic blue eyes interlocked with mine and our noses touched softly as I brought my face closer to his. Caressing his cheek softly, I took in the scent of his Versace cologne and what I could tell was my vanilla shampoo, if tonight wasn't our date night I'd scold him for using my shampoo.
"This is perfect, Blake. I love it." His eyes searched mine as if looking for even more validation than my reassurance itself. And then he closed the gap between us and brought his lips down onto mine. We kissed softly, and much like anytime we did I could feel the assault of butterflies swarming my stomach as if it were our first kiss all over again.
If this is what it feels like to be truly in love then I don't think this is how I've ever felt with Reese. Sure, what we had was great once upon a time but the foundation on which it was built was toxic. It's like planting a flower in a garden exposed to radiation, it won't grow nor flourish.
But with Blake. . .this was magical. Our love didn't feel like a single flower in a garden, it felt like a meadow of roses and sunflowers and I didn't want it to come to an end. At this point, nothing can come between us, not our past nor our present. What we can do is look forward to building our future.