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I'm nervous. I am extremely fucking nervous, but I'm not sure why.
I think it's because Bella and I both know this is a date. We've been out before, but that was as friends. This is a date. I'm expected to be all gentlemanly and shit. I don't think I know how to do that exactly.
I stand a little straighter and take a deep breath and release it before knocking.
I hope I'm not too early. I hung around my apartment as long as I could, wasting time before it was time for me to pick her up.
I look down at my empty hands and suddenly wonder if I should have brought her flowers. That prick from the bar had flowers delivered to her every day last week. Would she expect that?
She opens the door and I try to keep my jaw from hitting the floor. My heart is beating faster and my palms are suddenly sweating.
She's wearing a skirt that shows lots of leg and her shirt is once again low-cut. I'm almost positive that if she bends over, I'll get a good look at her tits.
"Hi," she says quietly. I lift my eyes from her chest to her eyes and smile.
"Hi," I reply. If I go inside her apartment I'm not sure if we'll even make it to the restaurant. I really just wanna push her inside and find other ways to spend our night.
But I know that's not going to be beneficial to my plan of becoming worthy. I need to stick to the plan.
"You ready to head out?" I ask her, taking hold of her hand. She nods and walks out the door, locking it behind her.
We walk down the hall toward the elevator, holding hands the entire time. I can't wipe the smile off my face. How many times had I wanted to do this exact thing? Just to be able to walk down the hall, holding my girl's hand.
It's gonna be a great night.