I stared in the mirror, looking critically at myself and attempting to find any flaws with my appearance. I was dressed in a deep purple mid thigh length dress and black heeled court shoes, which were making my feet ache already. My hair was loose around my shoulders and I had spent the past hour making sure my make-up was perfect. It had been a month since I finally confessed everything to Clay. He had attempted to take me out multiple times previously but whenever we had tried, we never made it out of the house. My hormones have been coursing through me and the slightest touch from him resulted in me throwing myself at him and us spending the evenings in the quiet of my room, giving us the privacy to behave in a way we couldn't do in public. This evening, we had both vowed to keep our hands off of each other so that we could finally do this all officially.

I couldn't quite believe where the month had gone. Being with Clay had been as easy as breathing; it was natural and I was the happiest I had ever been. We had become inseparable which was nauseating for those around us. He was the first person I spoke to in the morning and he had taken to texting me whilst I was asleep to tell me that he loved me, so that it was the first thing I saw when I woke up. He then reminded me of this throughout the day, a small part of the routine that we had fallen into.

I would meet him at my front door in the morning, where he would come in and have breakfast with me and my parents. Mum and Dad absolutely adored him, he was perfect in their eyes, this helped along by his impeccable manners, willingness to help with the preparation and clearing up, and the obvious way in which he cared about their daughter. We would then walk to school together, where he would stop us multiple times to place a kiss on my skin. He'd remind me of how he felt before we separated to go to class. We spent lunch break's wrapped around each other in a secluded corner of the library, much to the annoyance of the people using the library for it's actual purpose. He would then find me after school for us to walk to his house. We always walked slowly, talking about our day and making sure there was nothing else we needed to talk about. The reason for this was that the minute we stepped over the threshold of his house, we were all over each other, stumbling up the stairs to his room where the majority of our clothes would be discarded for us to fall onto his bed and make the most of the empty house. We would spent the next couple of hours there, making small talk and enjoying the feeling of skin on skin amongst other things that we craved throughout the day. We had not yet gone the whole way but had come close a few times. There had been a fair few near misses where his parents had come home early, resulting in us hastily dressing and quickly opening up text books to make sure that by the time they came to check on us, we looked like we had been engrossed in school work since we had got to his house. Homework was then quickly done, ready for his mum to tell us that dinner was ready an hour later. I thought his parents liked me, and I always tried to be as polite and helpful as I could. Being the gentleman that he was, he would then walk me home. Giving the appearance of saying goodbye and kissing me goodnight, he would make it look like he was walking home before turning back around and sneaking up to my window where he would climb into my room and stay with me until I fell asleep, something I had begged him to do when I realised that I could no longer sleep peacefully without him there.

And so that had been my life for the past four weeks. We were spending so much time around each other and yet it made no difference to how much I still needed him. Because of this, Clay had declared that it was time for him to be a proper boyfriend and asked me on a date. I had laughed at the gesture but happily agreed, although doubted that we would be able to keep ourselves controlled for the whole night.

I adjusted my hair so that it sat behind my ear on one side before picking up my purse and making my way out of my room as I heard a knock on the front door. The heels clicked on the floor and I was beginning to regret my decision on wearing anything other than flats. Following the sound of voices coming from the kitchen, I walked in to find my parents having an animated conversation with Clay who was facing away from the door. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of him in a suit and I don't think I'd ever seen him looking so handsome. My mom smiled as she saw me stood in the doorway, causing Clay to turn around. He stared at me, taking in my full appearance, resulting in a blush spreading across my cheeks. Eventually coming out of his trance, he came over to me and placed a kiss next to my ear.

"You look beautiful," he whispered before pulling away and taking hold of my hands.

"Ready to go?" I asked him to which he nodded. We walked out of the kitchen and I shouted my goodbyes to mom and dad.

As we walked through the front door, my heel caught, resulting in my foot wobbling and Clay catching me when I almost fell.

"Don't you want to change them into something else, something more comfortable?" Clay asked me with a look of concern whilst helping me back up to standing. His small act of care made the butterflies in my stomach flutter tenfold and I couldn't stop myself as I thrust my mouth upon his. He reacted equally as enthusiastically and pushed me up against the wall as his hands run up and down my sides.

"My house is free," he told me between kisses and I smiled against his lips.

"And you were the one that wanted an official date," I responded breathily. Composing my mind as his lips travelled on my skin, I eventually got myself together enough to pull him into one last intense but short kiss before pushing him away. "You are not getting out of this Mr Jensen, I was promised a date and that is what I am getting. Now where are we going?"

"Just because you are driving, does not mean you get to know completely where we are going," Clay said before he handed me a small piece of paper with a zip code on it.

I took it from him and grinned at him. I wasn't expecting him to be so secretive about the location, but I like the idea of a surprise. I clicked the button on the keys to unlock the car and climbed in, Clay mirrored my actions. I quickly set up the GPS with the zip code and resisted the temptation to look at the names in detail that came up, and instead looked away.

"You better choose the right one," I instructed him, resulting in a bleep and then a robotic voice telling me to take a left at the end of the road. I looked at Clay and grinned with the excitement of the unknown. He smiled back at me and leaned over to brush his lips against mine.

"I really hope you are going to like this," he smiled and sat back in his seat. I put the car into gear and pulled away from the sidewalk.