After deciding that I am happy with my outfit, I run a nice, warm bath.
I run downstairs, grab a Corona and my phone, and turn on the music. I find an upbeat station to try and calm my nerves. I would be lying if I said they are not shot to hell.
This feels like a first date and in a way, it really is. It is a second chance first date. I lie back and feel myself relax, and my anxiety quickly turns into eager anticipation. I get out of my bath, apply my lotion, dry my hair, and run a flat iron through it to straighten my soft waves. With my hair straight, it ends at the middle of my back. I apply a light amount of makeup to give myself the natural look and a little bit of lip gloss. I take a glance at the clock and notice I have about twenty minutes before Luke gets here, so I get dressed and check myself one last time in the mirror. Happy with the way I look, I sit on the bed. Just as I am buckling the strap on my sandal, the doorbell rings. I grab my purse and go to the door, open it, and stare into the eyes of the sexiest man I have ever seen.
Luke pulls his eyes away from mine and, little by little, they travel the length of my body, stopping at the top of the slit of my skirt. Gently, he takes his hand and rubs his fingers along the inside of my thigh. While keeping his hand there, he says, “Jesus, baby, there is no way I’m going to be able to take it slow with you dressed like that. No fucking way. Are you purposely trying to drive me fucking crazy? All I can think about right now is taking this hand up a little higher and fucking your tight, wet cunt with my fingers and licking your juices off after you come all over my hand.” I stand there with my mouth gaping open at his blatant words. He pulls his hand away and actually taps my mouth to shut it.
“Is it too much? I can go change,” I squeak, finding my voice once more.
“Hell no, you’re not changing a damn thing. You are so fucking perfect, Shayne, it wouldn’t matter to me what the hell you wear tonight. I’m with you and that’s all that matters.”
“I just need to turn off the music and we can go.” I turn around and hear him let out a frustrated growl.
“Do not expect me to keep my hands to myself tonight with that skirt and that top exposing half of your back. There is no fucking way.”
I turn around and let out a little gasp of my own. “Well, you’re going to have to.”
“Like hell I am, baby. I am starving right now and it sure as hell isn’t for pizza.”
I turn off the stereo, grab the keys, and lock up the house. Luke lightly places his hand on the back of my neck and guides me to his car. As we approach it, my eyes about pop out of my head looking at the decked out black Range Rover. I let out a low whistle.
“Nice ride, Luke.”
“You like it?”
“I love it.”
“Thanks. Mom and Dad got it for me two years ago for my twenty-fifth birthday.”
“It suits you.”
He guides me into my seat and shuts the door. As he is making his way around the front of the car, I can’t help but look at his nice, tight ass in his tan cargo shorts and think to myself how much I would love to take my hands and grab it. It is getting way too hot in here. Luke gets into the Range Rover and starts the engine. As we start to pull down the road, he grabs my hand and lightly kisses my wrist. He places my hand on his thigh while he puts in a CD and a blast from the past starts playing; ‘Don’t Let Go’ by En Vogue. I made Luke this CD with all kinds of love songs on it for his nineteenth birthday.
I jerk my head around and look at him. He turns and looks back at me and our eyes lock briefly.
“You kept this?”
“Of course I did, baby. I kept everything you have ever given to me.”
“Wow.” We drive the rest of the way to the restaurant in silence, just listening to different songs that bring back so many memories of the two of us together.
By the time we pull into the parking lot, I am starving. Luke comes around and opens the passenger side of the door. Taking my hand to help me get out, he pulls me into his arms and kisses me so deeply my legs almost give out from under me. I hear him groan into my mouth and I smile to myself, thinking, Luke, there is no way I want to take it slow either.
We break away from our kiss and with our hands entwined together, we go into the restaurant. We are immediately greeted by the hostess who bats her eyes like a foolish schoolgirl at Luke, ignoring me completely.
“Hi, Luciano,” she says.
“Hi, Isabella. I have reservations at six on the patio.”
“Yes, you do. Follow me this way and I will show you to your table.” Luke places his hand on small of my back and we follow her to the patio. Just as we step out of the doorway, I am taken aback. White lights and candles cover almost every available space, lighting the entire area in an ethereal way. Luke pulls out my chair and I take a seat. He takes the seat next to mine and the waiter comes and takes our drink orders. After the waiter leaves, Luke chuckles slightly and says, “Some things never change. You and your Corona.”