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DAY 44
The clock on Honey's nightstand read fifteen minutes until eight o'clock, making her stomach churn miserably.
Instead of being exultant, nervous, or even determined to go out on this date with Parker Jensen just because Steve Rogers told her not to - she honestly just dreaded the entire ordeal. Honey was never a huge fan of getting to know new people, especially when it came to men, and she was particularly not in the mood to get to know anyone new tonight.
Nevertheless, she still picked out one of her favorite, petite dresses with a blue floral pattern and had even managed to have a rare day that her dark waves held the curls from her heated iron in a way that she wished they would every single time. Looking pretty enough was not going to be an issue tonight.
The issue was that Honey wanted more than anything that Parker Jensen was actually Steve Rogers taking her out on a date.
A girl could dream.
Whisking her cream-colored handbag over her shoulder and applying another coat of lip gloss, Honey stared at her reflection in the mirror elaborately wondering what it was about her that couldn't just reel him in. More than a sexual urgency, more than just a friends with benefits type of situation - why didn't he want to take her out on a date? Get to know her more? Was she really so awfully annoying or boring enough that a sexual relationship was all he felt as though he needed from her?
Luckily a few raps against her front door derailed her train of thought before it could damper her mood, ruining the entire night.
Raising an eyebrow at Parker's early arrival, Honey moseyed over towards the door to swing it open, nearly choking on her own saliva at the sight of Steve Rogers, instead. His blue eyes immediately scrutinized her outfit, practically oozing frustration as he stared at the length of her dress for a little too long.
"So you were going to go on that date."
"I, uh, well-" she squeaked timorously, only to be interrupted as he barged inside of her apartment, slamming the door and making Honey nervously back up until the back of her legs hit against her couch.
"Wearing this?" he scolded with a click of his tongue, grasping the fabric of her dress as he diminished the space between them, his face hovering inches away from her own as his chest heaved irritably. "You look like you're begging to be fucked."
"No, I-"
"Are you a slut, Daniels?" Steve cut her short once more.
