my urge to come see him.
“You mean our date ?” he asked with an amused look on his face. I couldn’t help but smile at him when I heard him call it a date.
“Yes, our date.”
“Yup. We’re all set for Friday. I’ll stop by your apartment to pick you up at seven p.m.” He smiled at me and I resisted an urge to kiss him goodbye.
“Okay, great. Thanks,” I said excitedly.
He chuckled at my response.
“What?” I asked defensively.
“Nothing. It’s just cute that you thanked me just now.”
“Oh.” I felt my face grow hot at how easily he could get to me. “Don’t let it get to your head,” I shot back. I couldn’t allow him to think he had such a strong hold on me.
“And there’s the feistiness I knew was coming,” he laughed.
I laughed and rolled my eyes. I was amazed at how easy and natural our rapport was.
“Okay, I’ll let you shower and take care of business,” I teased as I shot one last glance at the towel.
He laughed. “It’s a shame you can’t help out.”
Yes, it is. He had no idea how tempted I was to take him up on the offer.
“See you on Friday, Damian.” I smiled before I turned to walk away, feeling even more excited about Friday than I had minutes earlier.
***
I looked over at the tiny clock hanging in my bathroom.
Crap! I was already running late. Damian should be stopping by in a few minutes for our date. I looked at myself in the mirror. This is as good as it’s going to get , I thought.
I had spent the last hour trying to do my makeup. But the problem was, I rarely wore makeup. So even after an hour of trying different things, I still had not successfully recreated the look the girl at Sephora had taught me to do when she gave me a complimentary makeover. Instead, I had washed my face at least half a dozen times to remove my failed attempts of looking effortlessly stunning. Somehow I had managed to make myself look like a hooker, a goth girl, and a clown, but nothing remotely close to anything “effortlessly stunning.”
I would never admit it to anyone, but I wanted more than anything for him to find me attractive. So for this date, I’d wanted to make some effort to look amazing. In fact, I had even gone to a salon and got a Brazilian wax. It had been my first time, and it had fucking hurt. I hadn’t liked the idea of removing all my hair though. It made me feel naked. So the waxologist had suggested a landing strip.
So there I was, staring at myself in the mirror that was hanging in my bathroom, wearing a green shell top with a beige cardigan, a pair dark-washed skinny jeans, and black stilettos, and yet, I felt more naked than I’d ever felt.
This is not you, Alexis! the rational part of me screamed inside me, reminding me of all the red flags that have popped up when it came to Damian.
And yet, I couldn’t seem to stop myself from wanting to see where things would go with him. I couldn’t seem to stop myself from hoping that maybe there was something special between us. So even though every sign told me that Damian was one of those bad boy player types and nothing good could come out of spending time with him, I couldn’t help but want to get to know him. I couldn’t help but want him to also get to know me.
Just then, my doorbell rang.
He’s here!
I took one last look at myself in mirror. “What a waste of an hour,” I said with a laugh and shook my head. I looked pretty much the same as I had before I’d spent $125 at Sephora. I had on a light dust of blush on my cheeks, some mascara, and some Chapstick.
When I got to my front door, I took a deep breath before opening it. Just see where it goes , I reminded myself.
I opened the door and my heart stopped as I saw him standing there, looking effortlessly handsome in a simple grey t-shirt and jeans.
When he saw me, his piercing blue eyes lit up and seemed to twinkle. A mega-watt dazzling smile spread on his face.
“Hi,” I said breathlessly and smiled back. There was something
“You mean our date ?” he asked with an amused look on his face. I couldn’t help but smile at him when I heard him call it a date.
“Yes, our date.”
“Yup. We’re all set for Friday. I’ll stop by your apartment to pick you up at seven p.m.” He smiled at me and I resisted an urge to kiss him goodbye.
“Okay, great. Thanks,” I said excitedly.
He chuckled at my response.
“What?” I asked defensively.
“Nothing. It’s just cute that you thanked me just now.”
“Oh.” I felt my face grow hot at how easily he could get to me. “Don’t let it get to your head,” I shot back. I couldn’t allow him to think he had such a strong hold on me.
“And there’s the feistiness I knew was coming,” he laughed.
I laughed and rolled my eyes. I was amazed at how easy and natural our rapport was.
“Okay, I’ll let you shower and take care of business,” I teased as I shot one last glance at the towel.
He laughed. “It’s a shame you can’t help out.”
Yes, it is. He had no idea how tempted I was to take him up on the offer.
“See you on Friday, Damian.” I smiled before I turned to walk away, feeling even more excited about Friday than I had minutes earlier.
***
I looked over at the tiny clock hanging in my bathroom.
Crap! I was already running late. Damian should be stopping by in a few minutes for our date. I looked at myself in the mirror. This is as good as it’s going to get , I thought.
I had spent the last hour trying to do my makeup. But the problem was, I rarely wore makeup. So even after an hour of trying different things, I still had not successfully recreated the look the girl at Sephora had taught me to do when she gave me a complimentary makeover. Instead, I had washed my face at least half a dozen times to remove my failed attempts of looking effortlessly stunning. Somehow I had managed to make myself look like a hooker, a goth girl, and a clown, but nothing remotely close to anything “effortlessly stunning.”
I would never admit it to anyone, but I wanted more than anything for him to find me attractive. So for this date, I’d wanted to make some effort to look amazing. In fact, I had even gone to a salon and got a Brazilian wax. It had been my first time, and it had fucking hurt. I hadn’t liked the idea of removing all my hair though. It made me feel naked. So the waxologist had suggested a landing strip.
So there I was, staring at myself in the mirror that was hanging in my bathroom, wearing a green shell top with a beige cardigan, a pair dark-washed skinny jeans, and black stilettos, and yet, I felt more naked than I’d ever felt.
This is not you, Alexis! the rational part of me screamed inside me, reminding me of all the red flags that have popped up when it came to Damian.
And yet, I couldn’t seem to stop myself from wanting to see where things would go with him. I couldn’t seem to stop myself from hoping that maybe there was something special between us. So even though every sign told me that Damian was one of those bad boy player types and nothing good could come out of spending time with him, I couldn’t help but want to get to know him. I couldn’t help but want him to also get to know me.
Just then, my doorbell rang.
He’s here!
I took one last look at myself in mirror. “What a waste of an hour,” I said with a laugh and shook my head. I looked pretty much the same as I had before I’d spent $125 at Sephora. I had on a light dust of blush on my cheeks, some mascara, and some Chapstick.
When I got to my front door, I took a deep breath before opening it. Just see where it goes , I reminded myself.
I opened the door and my heart stopped as I saw him standing there, looking effortlessly handsome in a simple grey t-shirt and jeans.
When he saw me, his piercing blue eyes lit up and seemed to twinkle. A mega-watt dazzling smile spread on his face.
“Hi,” I said breathlessly and smiled back. There was something
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