Worth It

Chapter Six

Katarina

I ran my hands down the sides of my shirt. I didn't want to wear a dress, leather, or anything too short. I wanted to be comfortable, and I wanted to feel confident. After, I don't know how many outfits later, I finally decided on my outfit.

A snug pair of tight-fitted Levi jeans, a backless black halter top, and Versace combat boots I got from Opal for my birthday last year. I curled my hair loosely and brushed it out to make it seem more natural.

I didn't want to look like I had makeup melting off my face, so I used waterproof everything. I even did lash extensions, so I didn't have to worry about falsies or mascara clumps. My eyeliner was thin and sharp, my red lipstick glossy, and my tinted sunscreen made me look dewy.

I took one step back and spun around to make sure everything looked good and I didn't have anything sticking out, then reached for my purse on my bed where Tinkerbell was sleeping. I brushed my fingers over her fur and kissed her head.

My little baby.

The doorbell ringing made me jump in front of my mirror, and my heart thumped spitefully loud in my chest. Was I nervous? It wasn't a date. We were going together as friends.

Friends.

I sped out of my room before Xavier could be snarky and answer it, but he was already there talking to Gabriel and laughing. Xavier checked me out blatantly, and I did a little spin for him. He pushed the door open, and Gabriel stood in the same outfit.

Jeans and a black tee shirt. A very nice and very fitted black tee shirt. I saw his eyes widen, darken, and his jaw ticked as his eyes skirted over my body. I felt warm. Too warm. His eyes felt blistering, scorching as they ran over my body unashamedly.

I felt flustered as if his hands were grazing over me, not just his eyes. Xavier clapped his hands in appreciation, and I ripped my eyes away from the slope of his neck and back over to Xavier.

"Girl, damn, you look good." He whistled. I kissed his cheek, and he smacked my ass as I stepped out. "Have fun. Be safe!" He called out.

Gabriel walked me to his car parked down the street by our complex. He opened his car door for me like a gentleman and helped me inside before going to the other side. He had a nice car; I noticed it last time at the restaurant.

It was clean, and I wondered if he was one of those men who treasured his car as if it were his child. The engine turned on, and he set his phone down in the cupholder before driving away. I know it was a stupid thing to do, but I couldn't stop looking at his hands and arms.

Has it always been hot watching a guy drive his car with one hand, or was it some new kink I discovered? It was the width of his hand, so large, and how it spanned over the wheel. It was how his biceps flexed in his stupid tight shirt or how long and thick his fingers were.

Jesus Christ, what was wrong with me? Do I need to get laid? Or did I need to get laid by Gabriel?

No, no, see, we were friends, and friends don't do shit like that. Plus, after my crying fit, I highly doubt he'd want to hook up with me. He was probably civil and pleasant because our friends lectured and threatened us.

Right? Right. Plus, it would be horrible if we were to hook up and then fall apart or cause unnecessary drama in our friend group. It would be stupid and irresponsible of us. Plus, an orgasm or two wasn't worth it.

I saw him tilt the entire wheel with the palm of his hand while his hand clutched the gear and shifted uncomfortably in my chair as I fought hard not to clench my legs.