" Tell me you don't love me, and I won't ever show you my face. Push me away so hard that I'd stumble to even look at you. " He leaned closer to my face. " Push me before I kiss you, before I cherish every inch of you. " His palm traced my waist.
I...
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VESTA'S POV
I took a step back and checked myself in the full-length mirror one last time. For our date at the new rooftop place downtown, I had put a lot of effort into choosing the perfect outfit to impress Miguel. And maybe to get some extra attention too, if I was being honest.
The slinky emerald green dress hugged my curves perfectly, with a low-cut neckline and a flirty hemline that fell just past mid-thigh. It wasn't too over-the-top but definitely attractive.
Paired with simple jewelry and strappy nude heels that made my legs look longer, the whole outfit was a perfect mix of classy and sassy. A smoky eye and glossy waves finished off the stunning look.
I spun around, admiring the reflection. Not bad, not bad at all. Miguel's jaw was going to hit the floor when he laid eyes on me.
Speaking of, I glanced at the time on my phone. He'd mentioned picking me up but I insisted that I'd reach there on my own as he had to come directly from his office.
God, I hated these stupid towering heels, but Miguel lived for public appearances where I looked like a total babe on his arm. The things we do for the men we love, right?
He had mentioned our reservation at 12 pm and it was already 11:30 am. so I still had a couple minutes.
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The rooftop terrace was a beautiful oasis with twinkling string lights casting a warm glow, lush potted palms and vines creating cozy corners, and an energetic yet refined atmosphere. Miguel really knew how to pick the perfect romantic date spots.
I settled into one of the plush cabana lounges, smoothing my emerald green dress over my legs as I got comfortable. After the effort it took to get zipped into this body-hugging dress, I deserved to feel stunning tonight.
Making the effort to go full-blown glam was always worth it when Miguel's eyes would inevitably drink me in with shameless appreciation. That face he made never failed to melt me into a giddy puddle.
Speaking of my punctual beau, I glanced at the time on my phone again. Just a few minutes past 12:30 pm now. Fashionably late was one thing, but I knew Miguel would be strolling through any minute all apologetic for the delay. He hated keeping me waiting.
Maybe getting a peek would hurry him along.
"Kept your super hot date waiting." I typed teasingly. And it has only tick. Maybe his battery is down. "See you soon?"
After sending it off with a lipstick kiss emoji, I set my phone aside and tried to get comfortable, crossing and uncrossing my legs to alternately showcase them. My foot was already tapping with restless expectation.
Any second now, Miguel's unmistakable broad-shouldered silhouette would appear in the arched entrance, his eyes bouncing around until landing right on me. The way his face would short-circuit upon realizing just how fire his girl looked tonight. I could practically hear the scandalized 'Daaaamn, pretty lady. ' already.
