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I spent hours getting ready for my date with Todd the next week. I wasn't worried that I'd look bad or anything. I've never been a self-conscious person. It was just that this date with Todd would be my first official date post-Jackson.
Jackson Whitmore was perfect for me. He was smart, charming, and handsome. He came from a good family and seemed to aspire goals exactly like mine. He was my first love, my first everything really, and I gave him everything I had. We met in high school, had a perfect, swoon-worthy romance all through college and in my senior at Stanford, he proposed. I thought I had finally met my prince charming. Jackson was everything my father had failed to be and our relationship seemed perfect. I never felt sad or deprived when I was with him and I thought he felt the same way. Three months later I walked in on him with his secretary at our hillside home. I was devastated. I felt like everything I had worked for, everything I had built with him, was destroyed in that moment and suddenly I was left alone with nothing to show for myself. Next thing I knew, I moving out of his house, emailing my parents a quick goodbye and moving my ass to New Jersey. Yes, I was choosing to run. Yes, I was ignoring the real problems, but with a broken heart and eyes full of seething, red anger, I needed an escape.
I don't know why I chose New Jersey out of all places to live. Maybe it was because I knew Jackson would never follow me, never leave his upscale family to move out and fix things with me. Maybe it was because I just needed distance from everyone. Moving to New Jersey was the biggest decision of my life and I don't regret it for a minute. Living here brought everything back to prospective. I knew what I wanted again and what I deserved. I knew that I wanted my prince charming, my perfect man and I wasn't going to stop till I found him.
Still, some part of me had always hoped that one day Jackson would call. A tiny part of me still hoped that he would apologize for breaking my heart and beg for my forgiveness. But I wasn't stupid. I knew I had to move on and let go of my first love. I knew that if I was ever going to find my happily ever after, I needed to throw away that broken record.
Jackson Whitmore was not going to ruin my date with Todd. I refused to let him get to me.
"You can do this, Lydia." I told myself as I walked out of my apartment and locked the door behind me. "You smart, sexy and confident. You can do anything you put your mind to. You can- OHHHFFFF," I said as I ran face-first into something that felt like a brick wall.
"What the –"
My jaw dropped. Holy shit. I did not run into a wall. This was not happening. Stiles Stilinski was not standing in front of me, flaunting his abs for all the world to see in only a pair of black track pants and Nikes. Holy mother of the God. I stumbled slight backward, unsure of whether that was due to Stiles' amazing physique or my face plant with his rock hard chest.
"Whoa there!" Stiles said, grabbing my shoulder in his warm hands and making my insides melt like molten lava. "Shit, I'm so sorry Lydia. I didn't see you there!" he said worriedly.
I was speechless. I was stunned. I was…completely aroused. "It's um….it's okay," I lied, trying to focus on anything that wasn't his God-like, naked chest.
"I was listening to music and my mind just kind of turned off, you know?" he said apologetically, running a hand over his wavy locks of hair.
I nodded. God, his pecks needed to stop calling my name this instance. How could I not have noticed his amazing body before? I mean, I knew he was beautiful and stuff but holy cow was he in shape! I should have known with being a Lothario that he would be ripped.
"You look nice," Stiles said, his eyes quickly going over my body in less of a perverted way and more of an appreciative way.
"Thanks," I said quickly, pretending not to notice how his chest glimmered when it hit the light in a certain way.
"Hot date?" he asked jokingly.
I looked at him for a second, unsure if he was purposely being sarcastic or not. I figured he was so I immediately narrowed my eyes at him.
"Actually, yes," I smiled as I began to walk past him towards the elevator. "He's a doctor," I added just to knock him down an extra peg.
Stiles slight frowned and I felt my heart crumble. Never in my life had I met someone who I was so hot and cold with. I found it extremely infuriating and hot at the same time. God, was I screwed up.
Stiles chuckled. "Of course he is. Figures."
I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around to face him. "And what is that supposed to mean?" I asked defensively, crossing my arms over my short, black cocktail dress.
"It means, I figured you'd go for boring," he said seriously, suddenly taking a step closer to me and invading my personal space. "It's a shame, really," he said softly, fiddling with a curled lock of my hair and pushing it over my shoulder. "Because you, Lydia Martin are a ball of fire and you deserve to be wrangled with by someone who can handle you."
Our chests were inches apart, rising at the same time. "And you think you can handle me?" I whispered, my eyes glued to his soft, pink lips. It was like those damn things were calling my name. The sexual tension between us was almost tangible and the hallway we standing in was getting increasingly hotter.
Stiles smirked and leaned down to whisper something in my ear. "I know I can, but it's not our time. Not yet at least."
I swallowed hard as I watched Stiles take a step back from me and wink. "Have fun tonight, Lydia. You deserve it," he said as he sauntered off to his apartment and closed the door.
What the hell was that? How on earth was I supposed to go on a date now? Stiles couldn't just get me hot and heavy and then leave! Ugh, I was pissed. Like beyond pissed, really. I knew that he did that on purpose, that he was trying to ruffle me up.
God dammit, it work.
Because of Stiles I was currently all bent up in a heap of sexual frustration with no possible release in sight.
I really hated that Stilinski.
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