You awoke the next morning in a familiar embrace. His body was curled around yours and his arm around your waist anchored you to him. You smiled as you listened to the little sounds he made in his sleep. Carefully, you turned your body to face his.
You gazed into his sleeping face, before pressing a kiss to his cheek. He seemed to hum in approval, as he opened his eyes. His eyes settled on yours and he sleepily smiled.
"Hi," he quietly greeted.
"Hi," you echoed.
"Is it morning?" He then asked.
"It is, yeah."
"Shit, that means I'll have to get up soon," he sighed, running his hand over his face.
"Oh, I forgot you work this afternoon," you quietly replied.
"Yeah..."he added. "But afterwards we have a party to go to."
"That we do," you smiled, as he snuggled closer to you.
"I'll swing by here and pick you up, then we can grab a bite to eat and head on over," he continued.
"Sounds good," you smiled, before he pressed his lips to yours.
"Its going to be torture being away from you and these perfect lips," he breathed.
"Its only going to be for like, seven hours, I think you'll survive," you laughed.
"I don't know, you don't understand how much I need you..."
"I wasn't aware it was that serious, " you breathily joked, in between kisses.
"Oh yeah, and I'm going to show you just how serious it is..." he added, moving on top of you. He kissed you deeply then kept you both in bed for the next couple hours.
Later that day, sounds of your favorite mix tape filled your room, as you held up different dresses in front of your vanity mirror. You danced to Starpoint's One More Night as you looked through your closet. You couldn't decide what color you should go with, but then remembered when he had told you how sexy you looked in black. With a smile, you reached for a black dress he hadn't seen you wear yet.
After slipping it on, you admired yourself in the mirror. It was form fitting and excensuated the body your boyfriend loved so much.
You then paired it with black ankle boots that always reminded you of Prince. The only things left were to touch up your makeup and add more hairspray to your already teased hair.
You wanted to prove a point with how good you looked tonight. To show everyone how hot Steve's girlfriend is and to make them insanely jealous. You had all this new found confidence now, and it was all thanks to your also hot boyfriend. He made you feel so good about yourself, and it wasn't just limited to the bedroom. It was in the way he looked at you and his soft words of encouragement, followed by a sweet smile.
God, you were falling deeper in love with him by the minute now. You longed to tell him how you felt, but didn't want to make it weird if he didn't yet feel the same. You suspected he did, though, but still were hesitant to reveal your feelings.
That evening, you heard a familiar knocking on your door, signaling your boyfriend had arrived.
Smiling, you went to open it and his mouth fell open when he saw you.
"Hello handsome," you greeted, while his eyes traveled your body.
"You look... so fucking good, oh my God," he finally said, pulling you to him.
You giggled as he ghosted his lips over yours. "I was hoping you'd like it."
"Like is an understatement, I love it," he breathed before pressing a soft kiss to your painted lips. "I'm gonna have the hottest date there."
