My Perfect Love Story

Chapter 5: Pure Perfection

August 13, 2012

7:00 pm

Savannah, GA

BANG! BANG! BANG! 

Oh no! That's not mom's knock. I thought as I was shaking in the corner. I rose from the ground as the dresser fell and the door swung open roughly. My tears flooded my face as I saw him stand before me looking like a giant monster. He was a giant monster. He walked towards me in a hurry, causing me to cower away from him. 

His words sunk deep into my brain as I feared for my physical wellbeing while standing in front of my father. Don't Disobey Me.

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July 30, 2021

8:05 pm

Houston, TX

The time finally came. I stood in front of the muscular, tan male as he stood in a sharply ironed, navy blue suit. His biceps were protruding from the suit as he stood with his hands in his pockets. His dark brown eyes hypnotized me as I stared deeply into them, distracting me from the world. The huge smirk on his face that held pride and confidence made my eyes venture on his entire body. From the clean quiff on his head to the galoshes on his feet.

"Are you ready to go, love?" We have reservations." His voice was deep with a hint of gentleness to it. It seems like all men like talking in their sexy voices but he sent shivers down my spine as he called me 'love'. As he spoke, all I could pay attention to were his plump, pink lips that were moist and smooth. It seems as though I zoned out for a long time because Michael swept me off my feet and carried me to his 2020 Chevrolet Equinox that had clean rims and slightly tinted windows.

The car ride to the restaurant was very awkward for me, while Michael seemed to be enjoying every last bit of my anxiety. He had a driver, which was completely blindsiding to me. We sat in the backseat of the car as the back of my thighs began to sweat against the black, warm leather. My thighs began to get sticky so I began to shuffle my legs to get comfortable. Michael noticed my discomfort and placed his hand above my right thigh.

I looked at him in shock and our eyes met for the second time this evening. He leaned closer, looking down at my lips as he said, "You look beautiful," His minty breath blew in my face as I blushed deeply at the sensual activity taking place. I don't know if it was out of embarrassment or flatter. I looked ahead to see the driver paying attention to the road. I sighed in relief at the thought that he was oblivious to the tension in the car, yet Michael noticed my relief.

"Don't be shy baby, that's nothing compared to what I have in store for us," I couldn't help but be filled with arousal as he subtly expressed his physical attraction for me. I didn't find the obvious red flag of his s****l flirting before our first date. Will there even be a second after tonight? He seems very adamant so, we'll see how it goes.

The driver stopped in front of a grand, elegant restaurant that looked extremely expensive. "Close your mouth, dear. Don't want the wrong thing in it," My amazement was soon shut down by Michael standing in front of me, escorting me out of the car. Amazement was soon replaced with excitement to experience a great time with a gentleman.

Walking into the restaurant was nerve-wracking. I felt eyes stare at us as we made our way to the hostess who was behind a black, polished podium. The hostess stood straight and brightened her face as she viewed Michael and me, mainly Michael, walking towards her. "Good evening! Welcome to Clementine, do you have reservations?" Her voice seemed forced as she pushed her shirt down to show off her cleavage. 

"I have a reservation for Romano," Although Michael seemed unfazed by her seductive acts, I could tell his eyes were lingering but I chose to ignore the fact. Michael Romano, such a beautiful name. After we were seated by the hostess, she took our orders and attempted to sway her hips as she was walking away. She looked like her heels were on a little too tight. 

"Thank you for bringing me to this gorgeous restaurant, I wasn't expecting this at all," I chuckled nervously. I was trying my hardest not to make tonight awkward, especially since he's an intimidating guy. His stares can be comforting and gentle, but they can also be very scary and intimidating. "You don't have to thank me, I'm a giving person," He said with a sly smirk on his face, which gives me a sense of arrogance rubbing off on him.

"Mmh, so what is it that you have given to people?" I said, teasing him. Michale chuckled deeply as he began looking around the restaurant. He leaned forward until his lips were so close to my ear, "A life," He whispered in my ear. His voice was deep and rough and it aroused me, weirdly. He sat back in his seat just as the hostess came with our pre-ordered food. She shoved my food on the table harshly and placed his food down gently on the table. She leaned close to him as her breasts were popping out of her shirt.

I watched the scene before I play out to see what each of their actions would be. The whole time she was trying to seduce him, his eyes were one looking for a reaction. The hostess noticed how uninterested he was in her and glared at me before walking away angrily. "I  could give you everything you've ever wished for and more. Pure perfection for someone so perfect." As cheesy as that sounded, it made me feel special. "I'm far from perfect," I said humbly as I couldn't imagine someone giving me the world. "In my eyes you are,"

After a wonderful night of getting to know each other, Michael brought me home. His hand was on my thigh, once again. After arriving home, he walked me to my door. I faced him to see him staring at me, "What's wrong?" I said curiously as to why he was staring at me so hard. He caressed the side of my face and began to lean in. Closing the gap between us, I leaned in and kissed him. His lips were soft and felt amazing on my lips. "Your lips are so sweet," He whispered after pulling away. I blushed lightly as I could still feel his lips on mine. 

Is it bad to feel the need of kissing him again? Is it bad that I did kiss him again? I've never felt this way for anyone, why do I have this empty feeling in my stomach?

One thing I can say is, my first kiss was perfect.

                                                                    ~My Perfect Love Story~