"What Are You Waiting For?" || ORIGINAL STORY.

Chapter Twenty-Five.

Darren's POV.

A week passed, and I kept my promise to take her to the planetarium.

She was wearing a simple t-shirt, her hair falling down, cargos, and a hair tie on her wrist.

I couldn't help but smile at her appearance.

She looked so casual, so effortless.

I wondered if she had any idea how attractive she was, even in such a simple outfit.

"Ready to go?" I asked, my eyes still fixed on her, taking in every little detail.

She looked up at me and nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.

I led her to my car, opening the passenger door for her.

As she got in, I couldn't help but admire her profile—her delicate features, her perfect nose, her almond eyes, her soft looking lips..

We rode in silence for a while, but it wasn't uncomfortable.

It was almost natural.

I stole glances at her every now and then, taking in her every move—the way she fiddled with the hem of her shirt, the way she twirled a strand of hair around her finger, the way she looked out the window, her eyes taking in the passing scenery.

We finally arrived at the planetarium, and I noticed the way her eyes widened in wonder as we walked through the doors.

She looked mesmerised, her gaze fixed on the expansive ceiling and the swirling galaxies projected on it.

She walked around, looking at every exhibit, and I followed her, observing her every reaction.

Her eyes were like saucers, her mouth slightly open in awe.

Every now and then, she would point to a star or a constellation, asking me their names.

It was adorable, the way she was so engrossed in everything.

I found myself answering her questions, even the ones I knew she already knew the answer to.

I enjoyed the feeling of being useful, of being able to share my knowledge with her.

We made our way to the main show, and she sat down next to me, her body so close that I could feel the heat radiating off her.

The lights dimmed, and the show began.

The show was a beautiful display of stars and planets, the projector creating the illusion of being in space.

I looked over at her, and my breath caught in my throat.

She was fucking dynamite.

One touch, and I'd explode.

The light from the projector played over her face, illuminating her features and making her look even more beautiful.

She was transfixed by the display, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open.

Every now and then, she would gasp in amazement or whisper a little 'Wow.'

It was like watching a kid at Christmas opening presents, her enthusiasm and awe palpable.

The way her eyes would light up, the way her lips would part in a little 'O' of surprise, the way her hair would flutter softly over her forehead..

I can't help myself but to stop and stare..

When I lose focus, she could still draw me in.

The more I looked at her, the more that I realised.