“That you will.” with one last look, I grab my stuff, heading for the door. I have a few more things to take care of before our date tonight.
7
Kinsley
“Oh my gosh, Sloane. You will not believe what happened today,” I bellow through my bedroom. I called her as soon as I got home, placing her on speaker phone.
“Aliens abducted you, or I know, you’re finally telling the world you’re really a dragon?” she says with sarcasm.
“Ha! You’re so funny, but no. None of those, actually, dang it. Anyways, Luke asked me out!” I squeal.
“No freaking way! Where’s he taking you?” she questions.
“Only my favorite, sushi. I can’t believe it,” I go to my closet trying to figure out what I should wear.
“What is he a unicorn? How did he know that sushi is the way to your heart? I mean even my desserts don’t get you going as much as sushi,” we chuckle together, Sloane is not wrong. My love for sushi is extreme, but our small town doesn’t cater to the second love of my life, the first being coffee, of course.
“I have no idea, but now I have an hour to get ready, are jeans appropriate with heels and a nice shirt, or should I dress up more?” Ugh, it seems when you have somewhere to go, you have nothing to freaking wear.
“Oh, I know, wear your high waisted skinny jeans, not the ripped ones though, your cognac ankle booties, and that olive green sweater you just found a couple of weeks ago.” Sloane and I have become two peas in a pod lately, and I love it.
“Thank God I have you. Okay, I’m off of here. Love you doll.”
“Always, love you, and you better call me when you get home!” she exclaims.
“You got it, bye.”
“Bye,” we end our phone call, I make my way to the shower. As much as I love coffee, smelling like it on a first date may not be a good thing.
The whole time I’m in the shower, butterflies swirl around in my body. I never thought Luke would approach me, and now that he has, I don’t want to screw it up.
Getting ready with my silk robe that my mother sent from New York on, I take my time with my hair and make-up, before going through my closet, finding the clothes suggested, and laying them out until I get my undergarments set out that I want to wear.
I shouldn’t be this nervous, but I can’t quite stop the hopeful feeling I have floating around in my system.
8
Luke
I knock on her front door, the bunch of wildflowers I picked up from the florist in town in the other one. I’m in unchartered territory with Kinsley, I don’t do this, as in I’ve never done this before. The date, the flowers, wanting to have someone permanent in my life, but with Kinsley, I want it all, and I want to give my everything to her.
“Hey,” she’s breathless as she opens her door. Kinsley’s hair is down, her soft blonde hair hanging down below her breasts, wanting it fisted in my hands as she takes my cock down her throat.
“Stunning, you’re absolutely stunning,” is the way I greet her. She’s in skintight jeans that elongate her legs, the sweater she’s wearing is simple in style, but on her, it’s perfection.
“Thank you,” her head tips up, I want to feel her lips on mine.
“Just stating the truth, Kinsley.” Instead of kissing her like I want to, I hand her the flowers, “These are for you.”
“Thank you, Luke,” she leans up on her toes and kisses my cheek. I should have moved so her lips would land on mine.
“Do we have time for me to put them in some water before we go?” she asks.
“Take your time, our reservations aren’t for another hour,” Kinsley holds the door open for me to follow her.
Her apartment is on the smallish side, but it’s full of personality. Every nook and cranny has something packed in it, plants are on bookshelves, along with photo albums, framed pictures, and books. There’s a coffee mug sitting on a side table, you can tell where she sits the most, it’s an oversized chair with an ottoman in a deep teal color. It’s the exact opposite of my home, a cape cod style home, in neutral colors. Not a drop of blues, greens, reds, or yellows.
This shows me who Kinsley is. I turn my head towards the kitchen where there’s an overhang over the kitchen counter with barstools, but other than the living room and kitchen, it’s all you can see without walking down a hallway.
The barstools are white with coral popping through the distressed look. When I look at Kinsley, her tongue is between her teeth as she arranges the flowers in a bright yellow vase. For someone who doesn’t smile a lot, I’m finding one permanently etched on my face when I’m around Kinsley.