In the Midnight Hour

Chapter 3

Sunday is normally my least favorite day of the week. Most of my Sundays are spent at home locked in my room, but this Sunday is different. I get to see Calvin again and not only do I get to see him, but I get to be alone with him. The thought makes my whole body heat up. I nestle up in his flannel, I definitely won't be giving this back. I finally leave the warmth of my bed and make my way to the shower. I feel wrong for my wishful thinking, but I wash and shave my whole body in anticipation of what might happen later today. I don't know what I'm expecting, but I want to be prepared for anything.

When I get back into my room, I search my dresser for the cutest bra and underwear set that I can find. I really wish that I had taken this type of situation into consideration when buying my delicates, because everything in this drawer sucks. The sexiest thing I could find was a pale pink lacy pair of panties, and no matching bra. I slide the panties on and decide to go braless. My breasts are small so I can get away with it, plus I plan on wearing a thicker sweater. I find my black stretchy pants that make my ass look good and put those on next. Then, I put on a black and white striped sweater that hangs off my shoulder a bit. I take a look in the mirror and am pretty satisfied with my outfit. Calvin definitely won't be able to resist. My hair is dry and curled up at this point and I part it to the side again. This time I put a little more mascara on and extra lip balm. I scrunch up my white socks over my pants and put my boots on again. Damn, they're all muddy from last night. I grab an old washcloth and start wiping the mud off when I hear the phone on my nightstand ring. I pounce on my bed and pick it up quickly.

"Hey darlin'" Calvin's undeniable voice bellows through the phone. "I'm leaving the house now to come pick you up."

"Okay, just make sure you park down the street and honk when you're here so Richie doesn't see your car. See you soon!" I say.

"Can't wait," he says.

I smile and hang up the phone. I finish wiping the mud off of my boots and start gathering my books, forgetting that I actually have to study. After a few minutes, I hear Calvin's truck horn honking outside in the distance. I grab my bag and make my way out the door. Thankfully, Richie's car isn't in the driveway, he must already be at the bar.

Calvin gets out of the car and walks around to my door to open it for me. He looks damn good in those tight jeans and his faded gray t-shirt is hugging his body nicely.

"You're not cold in just a t-shirt?" I ask.

"Well someone stole my flannel." He says looking playfully at me.

"That's unfortunate, especially with the weather getting cooler." I say back smirking.

He laughs, "I have my football jacket anyways, but I think I learned my lesson lending out my clothes."

I laugh as he closes the door. He hops back in on the driver's side, and even in his tiny 3 person truck, he feels too far. I can't wait to get to his house. I know for a fact that his parents will be at church, then of course they'll have to get lunch after. It will give us plenty of alone time. I wonder if he wants me as much as I want him. I feel silly that it's all I can think about, but I don't care. Calvin turns his eyes from the road for a moment and looks me up and down.

"You look good today, Lori," he says.

"Thanks", I say, letting out a goofy smile.

I can feel my cheeks turning red. I turn to look out the window so he doesn't see. I guess that confirms that he's looking at me in that way too, and that all my hard work this morning didn't go to waste. After what seems like forever, we finally make it to his house. I forgot how beautiful his house is. It's on a lot of land, surrounded by the colorful trees of autumn. It has a grand white front porch with rocking chairs lined along it, and a bunch of pumpkins lining the steps for Halloween. This house is one of many historic homes in Gray Court, and you can definitely tell by its vintage Victorian architecture. It gives me the same safe and warm feeling that Calvin does. I can tell that it's a true home filled with love. For a split second, I find myself wishing that I could live here with him, but I push the thought away.