Make me Better ~Eddie Munson x Reader~

37. Is this a date?

{Y/N's POV}

I was finishing shaving myself for the night, and ever since I started having encounters with Eddie, I've always prepared myself just in case we might do something, and I was hoping for it, but it never happened. I don't know what he is waiting for, I don't know how much clearer I have to be in order for him to actually do it. I don't need pity, or sympathy... Well, maybe a little bit because it will probably hurt again, but still... I sighed as I stepped out of the bath tub, taking out the plug from it so the water drains. 

I looked at myself in the mirror, and grabbed my tweezers to take out any black hair I could see above my top lip. Then I proceeded to fix my eyebrows and I dropped the tweezers in the sink, nervousness washing over me for a few seconds. I've been like this ever since I woke up. The events from yesterday's party were too much to handle in a single night. I had no idea about Byers' feelings towards me, and I never thought he did that because he was interested in me. I always thought he wanted to bring me down with those pictures, but he actually took them because... I blushed as I remembered that he described me as beautiful. I was sweaty, crying, as I maniacally drove my father's car in the karting park, so I don't know what Byers saw that day, but it was far from beautiful. 

I shook my head as I focused on my reflection once more and I looked towards the laid out lingerie I put on top of the toilet lid. It was all black. I bought it this morning in Victoria Secret in Starcourt out of impulse. It was a nice, push up, black lace bra and a black lace thong underneath but... The garter belt that would go hugging my waist was the icing on the cake. I bit my lip as I slowly started putting the whole set on. I walked out of the bathroom to look at myself in the full body mirror and holy shit. I did look good in black. Will he like it? Will he think it's too desperate? I mean, I could use this in my daily, and he wouldn't know, right? I blinked and walked towards the already planned outfit laying on my bed. 

Black shorts and a red blouse on top, puffed up sleeves that tighten in my wrists and a V shaped cleavage. He did mention I look good in red, so I took good note on that. I then grabbed the black opaque stockings that had lace at the top of it and started putting them on. I latched the garter belt at the edges of the stockings and put on my red heels to then turn around and look at myself again. My eyes widened at how nasty, dirty, but sexy I looked. It was a new world, completely. I never thought I could look like this in my life.

"Oh my god... I'm so desperate." I said outloud, because I was. I was doing all of this because of Eddie. I shook my head and started taking the garments off because it was way too much for the first time. I could surprise him sometime later. I stopped as I was putting my pink laced bra on and I stared at the nothingness. Later? Will this happen more than once? What if it's just my side the only one who wants to keep going with this? What if I spend the night with him and I lose interest? What is going to happen when we cross this line? 

I shook my head, focusing again. But I want him, that's the present. The future can fucking wait. I hid the black lingerie including the belt and stockings in my drawer and I began getting dressed. I unclipped my unwashed hair from the hair clip I was using for the bath and began doing my hair the same way I used it when he came over for dinner with Wayne. As I started applying my make up, I remembered Steve, and I blushed as I remembered me begging him to not tell anybody, that it was a secret and we were seeing where it was going. 

I finished putting on lipstick and walked towards my perfume stand and I saw Nancy's forgotten scrunchie on the desk. I frowned at this. Nancy didn't speak to me at all after Jonathan's blunt confession, and in fact, they never returned to the party after that. I knew Nancy was mad... But I didn't do shit. I applied my sweet fragrance and put on my red heels once more and I looked at myself in the mirror. I nodded, and gulped heavily. Steve also picked out some nice movies for us to watch, mostly horror movies. This was a date. It was definitely a date. My first date ever, and it was with Eddie Munson, the freak of Hawkins High.