Pretty, Precarious & Prohibited

48 - Date, Dance & Day

~ Suffocate - J. Holiday ~
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I finish my curls with a half up, half down style. Took forever. I hear a knock at the door. I smooth out my black floral skirt and matching crop top. I finish my look with a pink lip gloss before heading to my door. I open it revealing Heath.

He's wearing a silk black dress shirt. The sleeves rolled up to his elbow showing off his tattoos. His first few buttons unbuttoned showing his chain against his chest. Black sunglasses on his face hiding his gorgeous eyes from me. A toothpick in his mouth. He keeps one hand in his pocket the other holding out a singular red rose.

"You look tremendously gorgeous," he breathes out. My eyes take in the hottest man alive in front of me. "Prystyne," he calls out.

"Sorry. You're just so fucking hot," I admit. I look up at him. A smirk growing on his face. I take the rose from his hand. "Thank you."

"Ready to go?" He asks. I quickly pick up my phone and close the door. He places his hand on my lower back leading me outside. "Pass your phone," he holds out his hand.

I give it to him. I watch him put it in his pocket and give him a skeptical look. "Trust me." We walk out to a sleek black car with a driver standing by. Heath waves him off before opening the door for me. I smile sliding into the back seat.

He moves in next to me and the driver begins driving. "So where are we going?" I ask, placing my hands on my lap. Heath looks up at me, I can tell he's been chewing on his toothpick. He used to do that all the time when we were younger. A nervous habit.

"You'll see," he says. I reach for his toothpick and take it. I open the window and toss it out before winding the window back up.

"Just relax. It's just me," I place my hand over his.

He nods. He takes my hand pulling me closer to him. I look up at him. But I can't see him because of his stupid sunglasses. "Lose the shades," I tell him. He shakes his head. "Please." He sighs moving his head closer to me.

I smile, taking them off for him. "See and just when I thought you couldn't get any hotter," I tease. He rolls his eyes leaning down to kiss me. I place my hand on the side of his face keeping his lips to mine.

The car stops instantly shaking us a bit. Heath laughs and opens the door. He steps out first before holding his hand out for me. I take it and he leads us through a parkland.

I follow him while looking around. The grass is so green. There's barely anyone here too. A hand under my chin forced me to look straight ahead and I smile.

"You did this?" I ask looking up at Heath. He nods. I let go of his hand and run straight to the picnic he set up. Blankets, flowers, pillows, food, candles, a basket.

I sit down and wave Heath over as he takes his sweet time. "Hey why are there candles. It's midday?" I ask. But I'm joking.

He takes a seat next to me. "I don't know. I tried. I'm not good at this shit, I've never taken a girl out on a date before," he confesses.

"Shhhh, I'm kidding," I grab his face, pulling his lips to mine. "I love it," I admit while pulling back. He smiles.

"Good because you are the pickiest person everrr," he exaggerates while reaching for a strawberry.

I watch as he dips it into the whipped cream. "I am not. I just know what I wa-" the same strawberry is pushed into my mouth.

"Shut up Prystyne," he laughs. I chew the strawberry. I pick up a grape and feed it to him. "What do you want to do first?"