Page 11 of Mending Me

“You ever gonna ask me out, soldier?” she teased. The look on her face caused my dick to press against my shorts.Don’t you fucking dare, I thought to myself.

I chuckled and took a few steps closer to her. Of course she would call me out for my bullshit. This woman has me wrapped around her finger and we hadn’t even gone on a date yet.

“Well, blondie, that’s actually why I was coming over here. You kinda stole my thunder though,” I teased back and grinned.Smooth.

“Well I’m sorry, but I was starting to think you didn’t have enough thunder to do it. And I would very much like to go out with you if you wanted to go out with me.” She had a slight Southern drawl to her words that made them sound like honey to my ears. Sweet and thick. I stared at her lips as she spoke and wanted nothing more than to bend over and find out if they tasted as good as they sounded.

“Are you always this straightforward with people?” I asked, attempting to be cool and not overthink things. She was the most beautiful girl I’d ever laid eyes on and she was askingmeon a date.

“Only with the people I really like.” She crossed her legs in front of her on the bench and tucked her hands between her legs. She looked up at me with admiration and tease, and I was eating it up like free candy.

“Alright then. Would you like to grab dinner with me sometime?” I placed my hands on the bench in front of her legs and leveled my eyes with hers. Our faces were just inches apart and I took it as a good sign when she didn’t move away from me.

“I’d thought you’d never ask.” Being this close to her made me keenly aware of the fact that she smelled as sweet as she sounded—the scent of honey and vanilla filled up my nose as I breathed her in.

Aren’t you supposed to smell bad when you workout? Why didn’t she smell bad?

“How do you feel about Italian food?”

“I love Italian food.” She leaned in when she said the word ‘love’ and our lips were so close that if I had leaned in at the same time they would have met.

“Italian food it is. How’s Saturday?”Good job man, keep it up. Lock it in.

“Saturday is perfect. Pick me up at six?”

“I look forward to it.” I stood up and started to walk away, feeling my pride start to swell because I had asked her on a date. When I heard her laughing, I panicked that I had just been punked, and turned to look at her.

“What are you laughing at?”

“How are you supposed to know where to pick me up if you don’t have my number?”You fucking idiot, you didn’t ask for her number.

“Riiiight….here give me your phone.” She unlocked it, handed it to me, and I sent myself a text before handing her back her phone.

“Very smooth.” She chuckled and shook her head as she read the text.

“What, am I wrong?” I teased. Somewhere in the depths of my soul I managed to conjure enough confidence to text,‘I am the luckiest girl in the world to get to go out with you, Hank Martínez. I can’t wait for our date on Saturday.’

Since I had texted myself from her phone, it looked like she had sent it.

“No, you aren’t wrong, not entirely. I don’t know if I’m the luckiest girl in the worldyet, but I am excited for our date.” She looked up and winked at me.

Looking down at my phone, I texted her back.

I can’t wait either, blondie.

She looked down at her phone, read the text, and I didn’t miss the change of color in her cheeks and how her lips pushed into a soft smile.

“I’ll let you get back to your lift.” I gave her a wave and walked back to my own side of the gym feeling confident. My puffed up ego and pride carried me through the rest of my workout as if it was nothing. Nothing could stop me and nothing could hold me back.

I had a date with Bailey on Saturday and nothing felt better than that.

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HANK

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