"Dinner was lovely." I beam at him from my seat. While we ate, we stayed pretty silent. We smirked at each other and said how good the food was, but that was it. I put a hand on my belly, signaling that I am stuffed. He smirks.
"Would you like dessert?" I shake my head.
"I'm actually not one for sweets. I prefer strawberries to be completely honest." I smile and he puts a hand on his chin, his fingers draping over his smirking mouth.
"Hmm..." He hums. His smirk makes me feel...weird. But a good weird. A different weird. Different...the reminder of his words makes my heart skip a beat. I stare at him and smile slowly. He removes his hand and he has a smug smile, as in he has come up with a new idea, which I assume he has.
"Come on." He stands and holds out his hand to me. I glance and realize he has paid.
"But I need to pay you for dinner." I wasn't sure if I was supposed to pay on dates. He chuckled as I reached for my handbag.
"I invited you so I pay. And even if you had invited me, I still would have paid. Ladies as gorgeous as you don't need to pay." He takes my hand and leads me to the front of the restaurant and nods politely to a few waiters and waitresses. He opens the front door of the restaurant and I am greeted by a gush of cold air. I shiver.
"Do you want my jacket?"
"No, I'm okay." He grimaces and presses his mouth into a hard line. He unlocks his car and opens the passenger door for me. I clamber inside and hold my arms to my chest, letting out a shaky breath. He opens his door and climbs in and glares at me. He hands me his jacket and I gratefully take it.
"Th-thank you." I breathe out and I can see my the white carbon dioxide in front of me. I slip it on shakily, feeling his eyes on me. I ignore it. I see out of the corner of my eye him shaking his head.
"I have to get something. Will you run with me to get it, and then I can take you back?" He asks, his voice warm. He starts the car and the heater kicks on. I sigh with relief, close my eyes and lean my head back on the car seat's head rest.
"Yeah, I don't mind." He grins.
"Do you prefer chocolate or whipped cream?" I glance at him as he adjusts the rearview mirror and backs up.
"What?" I ask, a confused expression on my face. What does he mean?
"Do you prefer chocolate or whipped cream?" he repeats with more emphasis. I glare at him for a moment. He glances at me and then returns his eyes to the road. He smirks, obviously amused. "Just tell me what you'd rather have."
"Um...chocolate I guess." I say.
"I was hoping you'd say that." He tears out of the parking lot and proceeds to the destination, which I have no clue where it is.
Walmart. That's where we are. We drove through the city and all the way across town for Walmart. I roll my eyes as I sit in the parking lot, waiting for Soul to return. I glance at the clock radio. Nine fifty-three. A song plays faintly through the radio. A girl with an unusual but beautiful voice plays through the speakers. She sings along with some beat that is unfamiliar.
In a dark room...we fight. Make up for...our love. I've been thinking, thinking bout' you. About us. And we're moving...slow. Our hearts beat...so fast. I've been dreaming, dreaming about you...about us.
I roll my eyes at the ironic lyrics. Sounds like me. I watch the radio's digital words change. I wait to see what the song is called. I like it a lot. It reads: My Head Is a Jungle and a few seconds later: By Wankelmut and Emma Louise.
(I WOULD LIKE TO CLARIFY THAT I DO NOT OWN THE SONG OR LYRICS)
I smile and listen to the music playing and watch the doors and I see him. He looks so sexy without his jacket on. He holds a plastic bad with what appears to be a box inside it. I smirk and decide to play the song for him. I rewind and pause it and my stomach tightens with anticipation, thinking about what he'll say about the song. I grin as he opens the door. He see's my expression and grins.
"What's got you all happy?" I turn and look at his gorgeous face. I grin and press play and turn the volume up to ten so it's booming through the speakers. He shuts the door as the first words start to play. He turns the engine on and backs out and grins. It plays more than what I had heard before.
Hey...hey...heyyyyy...hey! Her voice travels up a few notes and begins to sing again. My head is a jungle, jungle! My head is a jungle, jungle! My head is a jungle, jungle. My heaaaaaaaad! Oh! I was speaking...soft...see the pain in, your eyes. I've been feeling, feeling for you, my love.
And our bodies..are tired...our shadows...will dance. I've been aching, aching for you, my loooooove! The chorus repeats and he grins harder.
"I see." He says softly. The song continues. It was the first verse that got me and got him too. My stomach twists in knots, wanting to know what is in the plastic bag that he ever so carefully placed out of reach in the back seat. I don't ask. I want to find out myself.
"That song is very...fitting." he says as he pulls into my complex. I chuckle.
"I couldn't agree more." I smile warmly at him and he returns it. Oh, what I'd give to feel that smile on my skin...I gape at my thoughts. He raises an eyebrow at me, his eyes filled with humor.
"Something startle you?" I shake my head.
"You don't want to know." He grins and so do I.
"I most certainly do." I grin harder.
"Later." I get out of the car and he follows, grabbing the plastic bag from the back seat. He walks up behind me and puts his arm around my waist, pulling me to him. This is the only time he has touched me besides holding my hand. It makes me smile and my stomach pull down. His hands grip my hip quickly and then the tension in his fingers release. He squeezed my hip. He smirks.
I look up at him. He keeps his eyes forward as we head for the elevator in the lobby. He stands about three or four inches above me. It's nice that he's taller. I've never really liked the thought of having a shorter and smaller boyfriend.
He pushes the call button on the elevator and we wait. He moves his hand up to the top of my pelvis bone. His thumb caresses me, going up and down slowly. It's a soothing feeling and it gives me goose bumps. Thankfully, I'm still wearing his jacket, so he doesn't notice. He stops suddenly and I look up at him.
"I'm sorry. This is your first date. Do you want me to move my hand?" He sounds sincere. My eyes widen. No! I like you, don't move it.
"No. Don't." I place my hand on his. They're so warm and mine are cold. He looks down at me and smiles warmly. He doesn't move his hand and his thumb moves up and down again, slowly. The elevator bell dings and we walk in. The doors shut silently. I press the seventh floor button and the elevator begins to rise.
"How's your first date going?" he asks, a trace of dignity in his sentence. I roll my eyes. Going to be cocky? Two can play this game.
"Alright I guess." He looks down at me, his smile tugged into a frown but his eyes are bright.
"Oh? How so?"
"Just...I expected better." I shrug and keep my eyes fixated on the door. He chuckles.
"Anything in mind?" He asks calmly. Here's my shot!
"Well, for starters, you didn't order me dessert. I mean, you offered but I actually did want some. You should learn to read women better." I glance at what floor we are on. The fourth. "And you didn't even compliment my dress. It took me awhile to get dressed like this." I glance up at him. He's smirking. I pause for a minute and soak in his details.
"Anything else?" He asks, and I think I know what he's implying.
"Well, yeah. You haven't kissed me yet." I say with a surprisingly straight face. He smirks.
"In the bag is chocolate covered strawberries for us. Your dessert. Your dress is very lovely. It looks great on you, makes your eyes look stunning. I mean, they are always stunning, but the color looks good on you." He smirks and pauses.
"And regarding the last problem?"
"Ah. I will make you a deal. If you tell me why you looked horrified in the car and what you were thinking, I'll kiss you." He's kidding, right? I sigh. His eyes are now on the elevator door. They open and he leads me out.
"Why are you so curious as to what I was thinking?" He chuckles.
"Because I know it was about me." How is he so good with knowing how I feel?
I fish in my handbag for my keys and unlock the door once I find them and we walk in. This is going to be an interesting conversation, Evans.
