I look at myself in the mirror once more admiring the new dress I bought myself earlier. Luckily the girls are working late and won't see me in this outfit. It's a long red dress with a small opening in between my chest. "Perfect." I say as I smile and finish pinning up my hair leaving a few strands hanging down. I put on some perfume and check that my makeup is ok, one final look and I grab my purse and head out the door. Hailing a cab to Mac's place I can't help but feel nervous as to our date alone not to mention the box I sent to his apartment with a brand new shirt for him to wear. I still felt guilty for what I did to him a month ago. He has a few scars in his hand from the broken glass when he punched my mirror but the one I could never forgive myself for is the one I left on his cheek, it's not deep but if you see close enough it's visible. I shake my head trying to not remember that horrible day and try to focus on the present. He's invited me to dinner, he cooks, I think to myself, but he barely eats, I have to remind him to eat something from time to time. I don't know why I'm so nervous, this is Mac, I mean it'll be the first time we'll be alone in an intimate setting, I know I trust him completely and he'll never do anything I don't want to do, but the thing is I don't know if I could control myself. We're both guilty of doing things to ourselves in the shower while thinking of each other but then again what happens if the situation becomes real. Will he be scared, will I be scared, oh who am I kidding, I'd do anything just to be in his arms. Even if we don't do anything sexual, I just love how he just holds me, I feel so safe, I could never get enough of him.
Arriving at his building I pay the driver and make my way inside and up to his floor. I hesitate a bit before I knock. Come on Stella, it's just Mac, you can do this, I take a deep breathe and just as I was about to knock, the door opens and I see Mac standing there with the shirt I bought for him and holding a single red rose and I can't help but smile widely. "H-hi," I managed to say softly still not taking my eyes off of him. There he is in black dress pants, and a royal blue shirt I got him with the first 2 buttons opened, clean shaved and his cologne that I love is driving my mind wild. He smiles as he just stares at me in my red dress. "H-hi, wow you look gorgeous." He says sheepishly as he hands me the rose. "Do you trust me?" He ask and I just arch a brow but nod. "Close your eyes." He whispers. I feel my stomach in knots and my nerves kick in more but trusting him I close my eyes and let him guide me inside his apartment. "Wait here, don't peek." He whispers once more as he goes to lock the door. He comes up from behind me and slowly puts his arms around me and I can't help but to lean back, my body already responding to his touch. His hands are at my waist and my hands go on top of his and my body once again with a mind of his own arches itself back as I feel his lips softly at my ear, and I feel myself grow wet and I feel like skipping dinner and just devouring him right here. "Open your eyes." He whispers into my ear as I feel him hold me tighter in his arms. I look around and he has the lights softly dimmed, candles on the table, a vase with a dozen roses in the corner with a card for me along with a gift that is wrapped, the food at a low temperature to remain warm and a bottle of wine chilled on the side, and as if in cue, smooth jazz started to softly play from his stereo and my eyes just can't believe what I'm seeing. He did this all for me.
"Wow, Mac, I- I oh my god this is beautiful." He comes from behind me and takes my hand leading me to the table and after he serves us and I see it's my favorite meal, we sit down to eat a nice meal. I insisted on helping him with the dishes but he said that we're on a date and he won't allow it. I see him clean up and I can't help but smile in thinking what it would be like if this was something everyday. He's such a gentleman, he cooks, he cleans, does the dishes, I'm so lucky to have him in my life. He comes back to me with another glass of wine and sits by me on his couch and I can't thank him enough for dinner as I just admire the roses and keep looking at the gift that's right next to them and suddenly I feel like a kid on Christmas morning anxious to open it up. He looks up at me with a smile "Not yet," he says and I just pout. He stands up and holds out his hand. "Dance with me" I look up at him and can't believe my ears, Mac dance? Seriously? Still in shock I just get up and he pulls me really close to his body just as a new song was coming up and we start to sway to the music. I look into his blue eyes and I feel like I'm lost, I can't get enough of him but I see something different in his look. His eyes are bright and they sparkle, but have a look as if he's planning something. He's just smiling and holding me in his arms and not once does he take his look off me and now I'm wondering if he's trying to make me fall under a spell. "Mac, why are you looking at me like that?" I question, I mean I'm not scared or creeped out but I've never seen this look on him and now I don't know what he's up to. "You're just so beautiful Stella, how could I have not told you sooner how I felt about you. We-" he tries to finish and I just kiss his lips softly. "We were just afraid Mac, but what matters is now." I say softly and smile as the music stops and he looks up at me and nods to the present that I still keep looking at occasionally and he just laughs. "Ok you can open it." He says now grabbing it and handing it to me as we sit back on the couch. I let out this small squeal and clap my hands excitedly. Slowly removing the ribbon I open up the box and just gasp in shock my eyes now wide.
"Mac, oh my god!"