“Wasn’t sure about all that. Isn’t that usually a step in itself?”
Shrugging, “I dunno, never really had a sharing a key-type relationship. Although I feel like you don’t give someone your key until you trust them, and I already know I can trust you.” Pausing, I look at him and shake my head. Noticing his button-down shirt and dress pants. “Why do I feel underdressed right now?”
Leaning in, his lips press against mine, and I can feel them as they spread into a grin.
“I wanna take you out.” He whispers.
“What?” I stand back, shocked, looking back at him. “Like a date?”
“Yeah.”
“When?”
“Right now.”
“Right now?” I can’t help but repeat it back to him.
“Yeah,” nibbling his lip. “I made a reservation this morning.”
“That seems a little… presumptuous.”
Leaning further into me, his voice drops as he speaks. “Only if I’m wrong.”
“God,” I laugh out loud, rolling my eyes and turning around, walking further into my apartment.
“What?” I can hear his soft footsteps behind me.
“That comment.”
“It’s good, right? What are you doing?” he asks me as I walk into my closet.
“Finding something to wear since you made a reservation.” Shaking my head as I scan the closet for something presentable. Sliding the lounge pants off before I tug at my shirt. “And that comment isn’t good. What it does is remind me how you and Z were besties because that’s some shit he would say.”
“That’s fair.” He lets out a huff as he steps in behind me. “I’ll have to be more conscious of what I say.” He mumbles as his hands come to rest on my hips.
I hesitate as I turn, looking at him. “What should I wear?”
“Whatever you want.” He leans into me, about to kiss me again, when I push against his chest.
Pulling down a few dresses, I hang them so they’re facing outward. “You can’t tell me you’re taking me out, that you made a reservation, and not give me time to get ready.”
Straightening back out, he nods. “Valid point.”
“How long do I have?”
He grimaces as he looks at me. “20 minutes.”
Cutting my eyes, I shake my head as I walk past him and out of the closet. “Pick a dress.”
“What?”
“There’s 3 hanging here next to each other. You put me on a time crunch, so you have to help.”
I hear his snickers from where I’m standing in the bathroom, looking into the mirror, all the bruising on my body finally gone.
Reaching over, I grab my eyeliner.
Finishing up, I put on just enough to make a difference between what I would normally wear and going out somewhere.
