Page 141 of Hitting the Goal Line
“Because you will look beautiful in whatever you wear. Whether you wear sweats, or the sexiest fucking dress known to man, I will still look at you the same way and still want to bring you home and lose myself in you until neither one of us knows what day of the week it is,” he says, his voice making me want to melt.
He’s right.
It’s doesn’t matter what I wear. He will still look me the same way. Like I’m his whole damn world when in reality, he is mine.
As I stand here taking in his words, I know exactly what I want to wear.
“Okay, give me a few more minutes and I will be right out,” I say to the door, a smile spreading across my face.
“I’ll be right here,” he says and I know he’s proudly wearing a smile of his own.
And I also know that he will be there. Because both Blake and I have done everything in our power to show the other that we are in this one hundred and ten percent.
Going through my piles of clothes, I find the article of clothing that I need to get my outfit together.
As soon as everything is in place, I look at myself in the mirror I have behind the door and give myself a smile.
I’m going on a date with Blake. After years of wishing that this would happen, it finally is. As I continue to look at myself, I realize that all the nerves of making tonight perfect are all gone and in its place are butterflies of excitement.
Excitement for what the night will bring.
Excitement for us.
Excitement for our future.
We’re really doing this.
We’re really together. We’re really showing each other how much we love each other. Holy crap.
With a grin on my face, I take a deep breath and open my door.
The look that Blake gives me as I walk out is everything. He looks like he’s in awe and when his eyes drag down my body, it makes me wish that we could skip this date and just stay in so that we could get lost in each other.
“What do you think?” I ask him, twirling so that he can get the whole effect.
When I turn back to him, I watch as his Adam’s apple bobs a few times, all the while he tries to find the words.
“I, um,” he starts but quickly pauses as if I rendered him speechless. “What if we stay home?” he asks, his hands almost twitching to reach for me as he massages the back of his neck. His eyes not leaving my body one bit.
“Nope,” I state, even though every single inch of me is buzzing with electricity to agree with him and have him fuck me right here. “You promised me a date. So, we are going on a date. I don’t give a shit if it’s to get ice cream and back, we’re going.”
Blake smile as his eyes making their way up to mine and closes the distance between us.
“You’re going to torture me with this dress,” he says, cradling my face between his hands.
That was the plan. Torture him until I landed under him, on top of him or on my knees. I wasn’t going to be picky.
But he doesn’t know that that was the plan, so I act like I don’t care.
I roll my eyes at him, which just makes his smile grow even more. “It’s not like it will be the first time that what I wear tortures you,” I say to him, my mind going back to that summer night when we were eighteen and I wore a skirt that drove him crazy.
If that night had ended differently and not filled with regret, we might not be here right now. We could’ve been in a different stage in our relationship or not together at all.
Even though it hurt me to act like that night never happened, that’s what we needed to do. That night changed a lot of things, but it made Blake and I all that stronger. As individuals and as friends.
“It’s not, but there’s a difference between then and now,” Blake says, caressing my lips with his thumb.
“And what is that?” I ask, placing my hands over his and holding him to me.
