Me: God, I’m nervous.
I text Sophie. She is even more excited about my date with Jake than I am.
Sophie: You’re going to be alright, stop worrying.
I take a few more deep breaths, just as I hear buzzing by the door. I let Jake up, and open the door when he knocks.
Oh my God.
Wow—that’s all that’s running through my head. I swallow the lump that formed in my throat, and smile at him.
“You look gorgeous,” he says, and I blush in every shade of red. He pulls a red rose from behind his back, and hands it to me. My eyes sparkle at his nice gesture. I let him in, his smell overwhelms me again. It’s addictive.
“Thank you,” I say, when I regain my senses. “You don’t look so bad yourself.” And by ‘not bad’ I mean smokin’ hot. I put the rose in the vase, next to the one from yesterday. I almost drop my purse as we’re leaving, I’m that nervous. As we walk to his car, his hand is protectively on the small of my back. After we sit in the car, he doesn’t immediately turn on the engine.
“You don’t have to be so nervous,” he says as he puts his hand on my shaking knee.
“Ugh, it’s easy for you to say. Have you looked in the mirror recently? I mean, look at you. You are the famous Jake Burns and I’m Plain Jane.”
Jake turns to me, and takes my face into his palms. “Ella, look at me.” He puts his finger under my chin and tilts it up so I’m forced to look at him. “You’re anything but plain. Do you know how beautiful you are? I would be stupid not to like you. I like everything about you, trust me.”
Dating really isn’t for me. I’m already ruining everything. I smile shyly at him and nod, feeling more than a little flattered by his words.
We park in front of the movie theater. Jake buys a large bucket of popcorn and we go in the auditorium. We make ourselves comfortable and wait for the movie to begin.
Jake
The movie started an hour ago but I can’t take my eyes away from Ella. People in the room are constantly laughing at funny scenes, and Ella is laughing with them. Damn, I love her laugh. It’s the most beautiful melody to my ears. I’ll never get tired of listening to it. She reaches toward me with her hand, grabs some popcorn from the bucket, and puts it in her mouth. A kernel falls into her lap, but I quickly pick it up before she has the chance to do it herself. She turns her gaze to me and looks me straight in the eyes. Meanwhile, I raise the kernel to her lips. Her expression is serious, no trace of laughter from before. She slightly parts her lips and takes the kernel with her teeth, her eyes never leaving mine, and her tongue brushes my finger. I get hard in an instant. Damn, she is going to be the death of me. I shake my head. Just a little touch of her warm tongue and I’m already imagining her wet tongue on me. I discreetly fix the bulge in my pants, and try to concentrate on the movie. I have no clue what the story is about. An hour later, we finally leave the movie theater, and I can get some fresh air to clear my mind. I take Ella’s hand in mine and we start walking away from the car.
“Where are we going?” she asks, her eyebrow almost touching her hairline, but still following me.
“I don’t want this date to end yet. Come.” We walk to a park that is lit with a few street lamps. We sit down on the nearest bench. A big playground is in front of us, empty of course. “When is your birthday?” I ask her curiously. I know she’s a year younger than me, but I don’t know her exact birth date.
“February fourteenth.” I lift my eyebrow in surprise.
“Seriously? On Valentine’s Day?” Ella shrugs and leans back.
“Aren’t you going to ask me when my birthday is?” I play offended. She shakes her head.
“Nope,” she says, a cheeky grin on her lips. Then, the bulb in my head goes off.
“Oh, right. You Googled me, you little stalker!” Ella shrugs again. “Well, since you know so much about me already, it’s only fair you tell me something about yourself.”
“What do you want to know?”
“Everything,” I tell her and I mean it.
“There’s not much too tell. I’m an only child, I have a great relationship with my parents, I have a degree in Business Administration, I’m a licensed masseuse, and I want to open my own massage salon one day. That’s basically it. But you know all this already.”
“I noticed you have a lot of books. You like to read?” Her eyes light up at my question.
“Very much. I like to sit down with a good book whenever I have any free time. What about you?”
“If I like to read? Well, if you can call an adult magazine a good reading material, then yes,” I respond, I think I made her blush again. I like making her blush. And yes, I love a good book, but I don’t have much time to actually read these days.