Chapter 3
1023 Words
RILEY
He asked me out on a date.
I still couldn't believe it.
Logan Peters, the hot stud of the town, asked me out on a date.
I couldn't wait.
I couldn't wait for my day to be over so I could get ready. I had been thinking about what I wanted to wear for our date, and I knew exactly what I wanted to wear, a short pink dress that came to the middle of my thighs with sneakers. I will pull my long hair into a style as it will probably look like a mess after work.
I continued working until Margret came up to me. "I think you can go up now; you have to get ready for your date with my grandson," she said with a smirk.
I smiled and thanked her.
I walked straight into my apartment and headed straight into the shower. Once I got out, I pulled my pink dress out with a matching underwear set and laid it all on the bed.
I blow-dried my hair and placed it into a French braid. I put on the underwear and dress; I add a touch of light makeup. I don't usually wear any as it makes my skin oily, but I will for tonight.
I glance at the clock, and it's 7. He will be here...I was putting on my sneakers when a knock came at the door.
I smile.
I opened the door, and there was Logan. By god, he was looking hot. He wore a pair of dark jeans with a long sleeve top, and his dark hair was brushed back. I took him in, and I couldn't help but check him out.
"You ready to go, or you're going to keep checking me out," he says. "I don't mind, but I want us to get some food first."
I couldn't help the blush that appeared on my face.
I grabbed my purse and ushered him aside so I could get out. There is not much room at the top of the stairs. I turned my back to him to lock my door, and he was so close. I can feel him right behind me; the smell of his cologne is musky. I love it.
Once my door is locked, he takes my hand and leads me down the stairs. There is an instant spark that rushes through us. I wonder if he can feel it, or is it just me?
He guided me to the door. Margret and Betty are standing by the counter, and they look at us. They smile as we head out of the door.
The date started at a small cafe for some food. We got to know each other, but afterward, Logan took me for a walk around the small town, telling me about some of its histories. I was amazed. History being my favorite subject at school, I had to ask loads of questions which he didn't seem to mind.
The town itself was known for witches back in the day, which fascinated me. I love all things supernatural.
We walked and talked for a few hours, not noticing the time.
When we returned to the bookstore, I opened it up to let us in; even though it was his grandmother's shop, he probably had keys, but he never revealed them to me.
We walked up the stairs, and I placed the key in the door.
I turned around, and he was staring at me. "Thank you for tonight; I enjoyed myself," I said.
He smiles at me. "I am so happy that you did; I would like to take you out again," he says, startling me.
I gulp, "You want to see me again," I say, letting a nervous laugh slip through. "I thought I bored you to death with all the questions."
He chuckles. "You will never bore me, Riley; I want to take you out again," he says. "Second date?"
I looked at him for a few moments and smiled.
"Okay, I would love that," I said.
There are no more words; he stares at me.
"I want to kiss you," he said suddenly.
My eyes go wide. "You want to......" I can't finish my sentence; he steps closer, closing the gap between us, and places his lips on mine.
I moved back, startled, which seemed to surprise him. There is a little gap between us.
His eyes are wide, black. He closes them, but when he opens them again, they are blue.
How did he do that?
It must have been my eyes, surely.
He looks at me; I want to kiss him more. I don't know what the harm is, right?
I step closer to him and place my lips on his again; he freezes. I move my lips on him, and he starts to do the same. As the other is on my face, I feel his hand going to my waist. He licks my bottom lip with his tongue to be invited in, and I let him. His tongue slides into my mouth, exploring every bit of my mouth. I get wet instantly, and that's just by kissing him.
He deepens the kiss as we both move back.
My back hits my door. We are having a hard make-out session outside my door. After a few more seconds, a low rumble escapes his chest and he moves away again.
We both pant, both with need and want in our eyes. I could seriously take him into my apartment and f**k him now, but this is our first date, and I can't do that.
Once we both composed ourselves, he smiled down at me. "I like how you taste," he said. "I will see you tomorrow."
With that, he walked down the stairs and straight through the door. I can hear him locking the store once he's outside; he has a key!
His footsteps disappeared in the distance.
What a kiss!
I think I'm falling for a guy I have known for a week. Is that possible?
I turned and headed into the apartment; I think I need a cold shower.
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