I empty the contents of my makeup bag around me. I was sat on my bedroom floor, in front of a full length mirror. The lighting was awful but it was the only place where there was actually light in my apartment. I sighed as I looked down at the makeup. I hated doing my makeup and caking on hundreds of products, but I wanted to look good tonight. It was a special occasion in general, but most importantly something within me was desperate to impress Taron.
An hour later I was applying my deep red lipstick, before giving myself another sigh as I pulled my body closer to the mirror, getting a closer inspection of the work I had done. To be honest, I looked like a completely different person. I hardly wore eyeshadow, fake eyelashes and lipstick, but remembering Taron's reaction when he first saw me on the night of his premiere, I was keen to get the same reaction from him tonight.
I pull the dress that Lindy picked out of my wardrobe and hold it up against me. I hadn't tried it on yet so I was nervous if it would actually fit. It was a floor length Tiffany blue mermaid style strapless dress - a style I had never had the confidence to wear before. I take a deep breath and my hands run over the soft pale blue fabric. Without hesitation I slip out of my clothes and into the dress, peeking over my shoulder in the mirror to notice a zip that I would be unable to do up on my own. As I let out yet another sigh, I hear a knock on the front door. I quickly make my way to the door to open it, holding my dress at the chest area so that it didn't fall down.
I pull the door open slightly to reveal Taron in a black suit and tie. Jesus he looked hot. "Hey" I said, my eyes wandering to the tie, and the crisp white shirt underneath. "Hey, you gonna open the door?" he chuckles and I look down, my hand still clasped around the front of my dress. "Ok but I only have one hand at the moment so you need to come in and help me" I laugh. I pull the door open more so he can step in. His eyes instantly fix on my Tiffany blue dress, going wide as he takes in my more prominent than usual curves. "Wow" he says. Exactly the reaction I was hoping for. "T, don't just stare at me. help me!" I say, and I move and turn facing away from him, signalling that I needed help with the zip.
He quickly makes his way towards me, grabbing my hips to hold me steady. My heart instantly begins racing due to his soft touch. He slowly traces his hands up my curves and round to the back of the dress. The zip starts at the bottom of my spine, where his hands soon land. As he takes the zip up the back of the dress, I feel his breathing getting heavier, as if he was wishing to take the zip back down, rather than continuing up. He pulls my body closer to his, so that I could feel his strong chest against my back. He pushes my long, flowy curls away from my neck so that I could feel his low and slow breathing there as he moved his head just inches away from my neck, as if he was going to place a delicate kiss there, which subsequently made goosebumps appear on my body and my breathing speed up. Desperately waiting for a movement from him, his fingers trace delicately across my bare back and I shudder under his touch. He slowly makes his way to the top of the dress with the zip and places his hands back on my waist without hesitation, spinning me around to admire the dress fully, our bodies just hardly inches apart from one another.
There was a long pause between the both of us; not because there was nothing to say, but because our eyes were doing all of the talking. Staring into his green eyes, I pick out all of the intricate colours I had not noticed before; brown, gold and hints of grey. I had obviously looked into his eyes before, but this time felt different. It felt as if I was looking into his soul, rather than just his eyes. His eyes were still focussed on mine as mine made their way down, admiring his expensive looking suit. My eyes danced across the white shirt and then focussed on the black tie. I desperately longed to grab it and pull him down towards me, his lips touching mine passionately, but I don't dare imagine the consequences after last time. Instead, my hands run to the shirt, placing one hand on either side of his chest. I slowly run my hands down the shirt, feeling Taron's muscles underneath and I teasingly stop, resting my hands on his lower stomach, before bringing my hands up to straighten his tie as if nothing had just happened.
Taron's hands were still on my waist, and he doesn't move them the whole time. He takes a sharp inhale before speaking. "You look gorgeous, love, are you ready to go?" I nod my head, still unable to speak after what had just happened in fear that my words would come out all jumbled, or not at all.
Was what just happened real?!
