The Law Student

Part 9

Friday came around quickly, and you couldn't help but feel tense throughout the day. You tried to shake off your nerves, telling yourself that this was just one date, nothing more, but you couldn't ignore the flutter in your chest.

After your last class of the day, you went home and took extra care preparing yourself for the evening and even though this was no more than dinner and a movie at your own house, you wanted to make an effort.

You chose a simple black cotton dress that hugged your curves in all the right places, and your hair rested loosely on your shoulders.

Your makeup was subtle yet elegant, drawing attention to your eyes and your lips shone with a hint of red gloss.

As you looked at yourself in the mirror, your thoughts turned to Cillian and you wondered if he was as nervous as you were.

Your mind began to wander as you thought about the potential outcome of this date. Would it just be a simple dinner and movie, or would it lead to something more? After all, you had slept with each other before, crossing the professional line, which was what, in the end, had led to this mess and confusion now.

The sex was surprisingly good, even though he was young and probably lacked experience. He was attentive and eager to please, and there was something incredibly attractive about his youthful enthusiasm.

After that night, you tried your best to avoid him, both at work and outside of it. You knew that what had happened between you two was a mistake, but it was hard to forget that one explosive encounter. Now, as you looked at yourself in the mirror, you couldn't help but feel a stirring of desire deep in your core.

You shook your head, trying to ward off the thoughts of Cillian that threatened to consume you. It was just one date, you told yourself. One date to clear the air, to establish some boundaries. That's all this was and there was no way that you could possibly cross that boundary again.

At around 6 o'clock, your doorbell rang, breaking you out of your reverie. You took a deep breath and made your way to the door. Cillian stood there, wearing a fitted navy blue shirt that emphasized his toned physique, with his hands thrust into the pockets of his jeans. His eyes sparkled with excitement and anticipation as you opened the door.

"Wow, you look incredible Miss Y/LN," he breathed, his deep blue eyes sweeping over you in appreciation.

Despite yourself, you blushed at the sincerity in his voice. "Thank you, Cillian," you murmured, stepping aside to let him in.

He picked up two bags of groceries which he had momentarily placed on to the floor and, as he passed you, you caught a whiff of his cologne -- a musky, woodsy scent that sent a shiver down your spine. You closed the door behind him, and when you turned around, he was standing in the middle of your kitchen, placing the bags on the counter. He looked around curiously, taking in the familiar surroundings of your home.

"Nice place," he said and the softness in his voice caught you off guard, made your pulse quicken.

"You have been here before," you chuckled , trying to keep things light-hearted and casual.

"Well, that time, I didn't really notice because I was too distracted by you," he replied with a smirk, his deep blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

You tried not to get drawn in by his charisma, but it was hard to resist. He was charming and unapologetically confident - two qualities that you found incredibly attractive.

"What's for dinner?" you asked, eager to change the subject and diffuse the tension that was building between you two.

"Uhm, spaghetti I think," he replied, his eyes lingering on your face for a moment before he turned his attention back to the groceries.