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I close the door to the house, sticking the key to lock it.
My stomach is twisting with butterflies and I look down at the short dress I’m wearing, wondering if it’s too obvious that I’m dressing in a way that lets Aiden now he can look all he wants.
“Fuck.”
I spin on my heels, exhaling at the sight of Aiden standing outside his car. His eyes rake over me, taking me in. He lingers for a moment on my legs and then on my cleavage.
He’s wearing a pair of dark jeans, a white shirt that eventuates every single muscle on his chest and arms and a pair of clean, white converse.
He’s so hot, it hurts me to look at him.
“You look…incredible.”
I bite my lip, and walk toward him. “Thank you.”
He blows out a stream of air. “I mean it. Damn, Alina, you look perfect.”
He walks toward me, taking long strides and reaches for me. He cups the back of my neck and pulls me in, pressing a kiss to my lips.
I smile, exhaling. “I thought that first kisses were meant for after the date?”
He exhales a deep laugh, nibbling on my lip before licking it. “I don’t listen to those shit
rules.”
“Oh?”
He lowers his hand from my neck, down my back and then he grips my ass. “No. I like to take things at my own speed.”
My nipples turn hard. “Apparently you’re super sonic.”
He lowers his forehead to mine. “I don’t want to lie to you.”
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I pull away. “What do you mean?”
“I want to get to know you. I want to take you out, and make up inside jokes with you. I
want all of that.”
I smile like an idiot.
“But, I also want to fuck you so fucking bad.”
My smile drops, not because it bothers me, but because now I have to fight my own deep,
dark thoughts. His fingers dig in deeper into my ass and it takes all of my control to not tell him we can just skip the date and head straight to his bedroom.
Jake’s touch was still occupying my mind, and frustration was beginning to build up in my
mind. My touch isn’t enough to mimic what he made me feel and I was begging for
another man’s touch.
“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” I whisper into his chest.
He hisses, inhaling through clenched teeth. “Fuck, baby. Let’s get through this date first,
and then we can come back to this conversation, okay?”
We have dinner in a cute, little pizza place on the outskirts of town. They have these cute
lights dangling outside and the night air isn’t too hot. We talk a lot.
He tells me about his basketball journey, what he wants to do after graduation. I avoid the
topic of my family, but he doesn’t seem to mind, not forcing the subject.
We laugh a lot and I feel so relieved that we can hit it off.
His eyes got to my cleavage more often than not, and I encourage him, leaning over to
him so that he can get a better look. It makes him laugh at me, but he like it.
We leave an hour later and we walk over to the movies. Aiden picks up some drinks, but no popcorn since we’re so full from dinner.
The theater is mostly empty and we make our way to the back, smiling at each other when the movie start and we find ourselves alone in our row.
“Can you do something for me?” Aiden whispers into my ear, lifting the armrest between us. He scoots close to me, our thighs touching.
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I frown, “What?”
His eyes focus on my lips for a second, and it takes me that long to realize that he’s turned on. “Give me your underwear.”
My eyes widen, but I feel myself get wet almost instantly. “Aiden.”
He inhales, “Please?”
I look over the chairs in front of us, only two other couples sitting in the room with us.
“You wore that dress for me, didn’t you? To tease me?”
I don’t say anything, not wanting to lie to him.
“You’re playing with me. You know I want you, and you wear that. What do you expect me to do, baby?”
