Blue eyed angel

The first date

~~Aurora’s POV~~

We finally set a date to meet, after a couple weeks of text messaging and phone calls that made me feel like I was back in high school. You know the ones where neither of you want to hang up and the call drags on and on until one of you fall asleep. I am so excited and unbelievably nervous, what if he sees me and doesn’t like me?

My anxiety and insecurity is really starting to kick in. I guess I have the Devil to blame for that and 13 years of him telling me that I am nothing, that I should be greatful that he loved me because no one else could possibly love someone like me. He tormented me constantly with these words, in graining them into my mind, until my confidence was shattered and I couldn’t even bring myself to look into anyone’s eyes. I didn’t deserve to, I wasn’t good enough.

After I left him, I told myself it was all lies. That I am good enough, but even after a year, those insecurities come flooding back out of nowhere, blindsiding me. I take a deep breath, close my eyes and continue to talk my self out of canceling. “It’s going to be ok. No, it’s going to be amazing! He already has gotten to know you and likes you, it’s going to be ok.” I repeat to myself several times trying to pump up my confidence.

I call my best friend Stella to see if she wants to come shopping with me. I am in no way a high maintenance girl. I do my own hair, I bite my nails, my wardrobe consists mostly of jeans, girly tee shirts and sneakers. My make up is limited to neutral colored eye shadow and mascara. I needed help and she was just the right person for the job! Stella was very high maintenance, trendy and would tell me exactly what I needed to know.

We are going to be meeting at a local bar, that has a live band and comfortable atmosphere. Which is perfect for me because it is not a dressy place and I can be myself. I tried on different jeans , slacks and a couple skirts and dresses. I decided on a pair of black slacks that fit like a second skin showing off all my curves, then I picked a colorful slinky top that was tight fitting in the breast area, giving them a little boost and then loosely flowed down clinging to my stomach and waist. I had black knee high boots that were perfect. I was ready, now only if the butterflies in my stomach would go away.

The night was finally here! I curled my honey colored brown hair so that it flowed down in waves just past my shoulders. My makeup was the same as usual, neutral brown toned eye shadow and mascara but I added some eye liner that really made my blue eyes stick out. I was ready go, almost threw up three different times, but managed to hold it together.

Zeke had wanted to pick me up, but I wasn’t comfortable with him coming to my home just yet. He reluctantly agreed to meet me there. I arrived at the bar and sent a quick message to Zeke telling him I was here. He said he was already here and inside near the bar. Oh boy, it’s time!

I let out a deep sigh, realizing it was too late to turn around and go home. I opened the door and walked through. The bar wasn’t too overcrowded, which was nice because I don’t do well in crowds. I took a moment to look around and spotted Zeke very quickly. He was leaning against the bar in a carefree stance looking down at his phone with a beer in the other hand.

He hadn’t noticed me yet, so I took a second to study him. He was truly an amazing sight, dark brown wavy hair that fell slightly over his forehead, light hazel bedroom eyes that I could get lost in. He was wearing faded jeans that fit him perfectly and a thin black tee shirt that clings to him showing every muscle in his arms, chest and abdomen. I mindlessly wiped my mouth in hopes that I wasn’t drooling.

It looked as if he caught a scent of something that made him look up from his phone. He eyes locked on to mine instantly and I could swear for a second they turned bright blue. I must have been imagining it. He looked at me with such an intense possessiveness, like a predator to a prey. Then a smile began to form, showing his beautiful white teeth. My breath caught in my throat, how is he so perfectly beautiful?

As if I was in a trance I started moving towards him, my body ignoring my brain that was telling it to turn and run. I felt this sensation like something stirring deep inside me, this primal feeling that craved to be near him. I blushed at the thought and turned my eyes to the ground as I reached him. There could be no way this beautiful creature would want me.

I feel his hand grasp my chin gently pulling it up and forcing me to look into his amazing eyes as he leans forward putting his face very close to mine and slightly brushing his lips against mine as he talks “ why are you hiding those beautiful eyes my angel?” He asks. I turn a couple shades darker pink, feeling a tingle that starts from my lips and flows through my entire body, making it come alive. How can he have such an incredibly intense effect on me?

We have a few drinks and talk a lot about absolutely nothing, we play pool which he is very good at.I love watching him move around the table, it looks like he just glides so effortlessly. I can’t help having to touch him when ever he is close to me, something deep inside me craves his touch. His scent is driving me insane, it is like an ocean mist mixed with the smell of cedar wood and is absolutely intoxicating.

He grabs my hand and leads me to the floor to dance. He spins me around and steps forward so our bodies are touching placing his hands on my lower back. I wrap my arms around his neck tilting my head to look up into his eyes. I can feel his lean hard body brushing against mine as we sway back and forth and it is driving me insane. My body temperature feels as if is has gone up 100 degrees and each time his body brushes against me it causes sparks to spread through my whole body.

He leans forward and his lips graze mine but he hesitates for a moment to see if I am going to stop him. When I lean closer to him, he takes my lips into his, it starts off slow and passionate than slowly gets more aggressive and greedy as his tongue finds its way into my mouth and explores every inch of it. My hands slide down over his rock hard chest and then back around his neck and up to grip his hair. I forget for a moment that we are surrounded by people, getting lost in the feel of his lips and his hand caressing my skin. I can’t shake this feeling of something stirring deep inside of me trying to get to the surface, to get to him. It freaks me out and I reluctantly pull away from him. As I am pulling back I hear a low growl and can’t help but wonder if it came from me or him.

He walks me out to my car. Something in his eyes tells me that he really doesn’t want me to leave, but I have to work tomorrow and I am not the kind of girl who goes to bed with a guy the first night she meets him. No matter what my body is screaming for! He opens my car door for me and leans down to kiss me once more setting my body on fire.

If this is how my body reacts to a kiss will I even survive anything more with him? I regretfully say goodnight and head home knowing I am not going to get any sleep tonight because I won’t be able to get him off my mind. As I pull away I feel this ache in my heart the increases as I get farther from him. What is happening to me?