Zach's POV
"What should I wear?" Olivia asks me while frantically rummaging through her closet.
I'm leaning against the door frame fully dressed and ready to leave, and watch the hectic woman in front of me, who happens to be my girlfriend, going through every single piece of her clothes for the second time, unable to decide what to wear.
What is it with women and their complaining about having nothing to wear? Liv has literally three times more clothes than me and needs at least fifteen minutes to pick out an, in her opinion, suitable outfit before we go out.
"Baby, I don't care what you wear," I say, and step towards her.
Olivia turns around and faces me with a reproachful look.
"Zach, I don't know what kind of party this is. I don't want to look too casual, but neither do I want to look like I put too much effort into my appearance," she complains.
I wrap my arms around her and pull her close to my chest.
"No matter what you wear, you're beautiful," I state with a chuckle.
It's true, Olivia is a natural beauty. She could wear sweatpants and an oversized hoodie all the time, she would still look amazing.
"That's not helping at all, Zach," she counters, and breaks free from my embrace.
I sigh and roll my eyes.
"If you don't decide soon, we might as well stay here," I note and plop onto the bed.
Liv crosses her arms and pouts.
"You're one to talk. You men are so lucky when it comes to clothing. Put on some simple pants and a dress shirt and you are appropriately dressed for any occasion," she mocks.
I laugh and grab her by her elbows to pull her closer, so she's standing between my legs. I guess she has a point. I just slipped into my simple chinos and put on a plain white dress shirt. It's casual and dressy at the same time.
"You know, you look fucking hot in that," I state and take in her curvy body wearing that set of white lacy lingerie which consists of dangerously little fabric.
Liv chuckles sheepishly, and I watch her cheeks flushing at my saucy comment. I love that she still gets shy in front of me. It's cute and makes her look innocent, even though in reality I know how filthy she can be. That's the perfect mixture for me and the reason why she drives me so crazy.
"Do you like it?" she asks bashfully and bites her bottom lip.
"Are you kidding me? You look smoking hot," I retort, and then add hoarsely, "Look what you do to me!"
Liv follows my gaze to the bulge at the front of my pants. Her cheeks blush even more at the sight of my excitement, and I can't help but laugh out loud at her widened eyes.
"Well, we haven't got time for that now," she whispers and winks at me. With that said, she turns around and slowly walks back to her closet with swinging hips.
Fuck! What a sight.
"Teasing minx," I mutter and stand up. She shoots me a cocky smirk over her shoulder, and then starts searching through her closet again.
After another ten minutes, she's finally found an outfit, and stands in front of the mirror in the bathroom.
"And for that I had to wait like half an hour? For simple brown pants and a white top?" I taunt her.
Olivia chuckles lightly while tying her hair in some kind of hair nest. How is it called again? A bun?
"Those are dress pants, and they are not brown. The color is called beige," she corrects me, and smiles at me through the mirror with her eyebrows raised.
YOU ARE READING
Save Me #1
Romance*UNEDITED* The everyday life of Olivia Brooks, a 25-year-old waitress from Calgary, is influenced by ten-hour shifts, cozy evenings in her old, little apartment, and meeting her girls every so often. She herself would call it a quiet and rather bori...