A/N:
I'm sorry it took me so long, but a lot happened and it's been a hard couple of weeks. Happy reading xoxo
Saturday night.
I was nervous, tingles running all over my body and my stomach was tied into knots.
I'd been waiting for about forty minutes,
dressed and ready to go. I sat on my bed, my feet bouncing uncontrollably, a nervous habit I created by quitting smoking. What people said were pure lies: 'you'll be disgusted by the smell, you'll be so glad you're not smoking anymore when you see other people light one up.'
Pure and utter lies.
I craved the nicotine, I lived for the habit of smoking after dinner or before going to work, after stressful meetings or obnoxious clients. I craved it in moments like this: where I didn't have a fucking clue what to do with myself.
"I'm ready if you are," Bella said and emerged from the steam-filled bathroom. My eyes almost fell out of their sockets when I saw her. She looked absolutely magnificent.
Her dark hair was half-up, half-down and her skin looked glowy and soft from that deliciously scented body lotion she wore all the time. I'd wondered about her smell all the time before I got to know her, but now that I did know, it didn't even do her justice.
Butterfly wore a tight as fuck dark grey dress, knitted and adorned with lace on the trims and sleeves. A black, leather belt cinched her in at the waist, creating an hourglass figure that lots of women would envy. The back of the dress dipped down into a low V between her shoulder blades, almost all the way down to her bra clasp. Her legs were strapped in dark, sheer tights and she wore the cutest pair of combat boots with blood-red laces in them. No woman could ever make those boots look cute or pretty, but for Butterfly it was a goddamn fashion statement.
She approached me as I was still sitting on top of my sissy-bed, her hands reaching for mine. She laced our fingers together and looked down at me as she stood between my legs. I cleared my throat and tried to think of my grandma's underwear and blood pudding to keep my hard-on at bay.
"Are you okay, Edward?" She asked with concern. I smiled and nodded, kissing her knuckles softly.
"I'm better than okay. You look so beautiful, honestly." Bella giggled at my statement and tried to hide her blushing cheeks from me. Her scent enveloped me, fresh flowers and a hint of something else, something heavier and way more seductive.
"You smell hella good, too." I smiled, tracing her bottom lip with my finger.
"With the way you look, I had to at least try and look like someone who could stand next to you without it being weird as fuck."
I sighed.
"Butterfly, please."
"What?" She asked me.
"You look so good, I can't even begin to tell you. Honestly, it's me who has to step it up not to look like some kind of potato next to you."
"You're way too sweet to me, Edward Cullen." She shook her head and bit her lip, tilting her head to the side a bit.
"Bella Swan, you are truly an enigma. One minute you're confident as hell, and the other you look like a kid who just got their candy taken away from them." I chuckled.
"Well yeah, I have two personalities, blame it on the job. I developed this nasty habit of not being able to keep them separated from each other over the years." She seemed sad and I didn't like it.
"Let's go, pretty girl. I'm so curious as to what you have in store for me." I beamed at her, and her smile matched mine effortlessly.
We ate at a small Italian restaurant together, and her phone kept blowing up as we were enjoying our pasta. I shot her an arched eyebrow, but Bella silenced her phone and dropped it in her purse on the floor -after she put it on silence. Dinner flew by and we spend the time in between bites talking and laughing, it was simply the best date I've ever had.
"Wait a sec," she yelled at me when I went to get my car out of the valet. "Give me your keys, please?"
My eyes widened at her question, because never in my life have I ever let anyone else drive my baby, not even when I was married.
"You want to drive my car?" I asked her, crossing my arms in front of my chest and looking at her -hopefully intimidatingly.
"Yes please, or else you'll know my surprise right away. We can't have that, can we," she got closer to me, putting her hand on my chest and her lips just inches away from my neck. I could even feel her hot breath on my skin. I was so hard, again and before the girl even did anything at all.
I pondered over her words, and decided that I wanted to make her happy. I made a huge deal about handing over my keys, letting them dangle from my keychain until they met her palm.
"Oh boy, this is going to be so much fun!" Bella exclaimed. She took me by the hand and lead me over to the car, pressing the fob to unlock the car and even held open the door for me to get in. I shook my head, laughing, because this seemed all wrong to me —someone else driving my car, but somehow I was extremely at ease.
Her driving was swift, smooth and somewhat on the fast side but I was okay with it. Bella seemed to know exactly what she was doing. To be honest, it kinda turned me on a little bit as I watched her drive from out of the corner of my eyes.
She parked the car somewhere along a lane of trees and left it running.
Was her surprise outside?
"okay, don't hate me but if I don't do this, my entire surprise will be jinxed." Bella stretched out to retrieve her bag from the back seat and rummaged around in it until she held up a fuzzy, lavender colored sleeping mask. I tried to ask her several things at once and blurted out some nonsense. Bella giggled at my outburst and twirled her fingers along the elastic band of the mask.
"This better be worth it," I mumbled jokingly as Butterfly strapped the crazy soft thing over my eyes. Her scent was intoxicating, getting closer and closer when suddenly her lips touched mine. It was soft and utterly sweet, but I didn't expect it in the least, so my body jerked in surprise.
"Well, if that's your big reveal, it's already worth it." I chuckled.
"Oh, Good Guy. We're just getting started on our evening."
I couldn't for the life of me figure out where the car was headed, but somehow I relaxed and leaned my head back against the headrest. I felt good and I finally didn't have to hide it anymore. I was happy again, and it was all my Butterfly's doing.
