Warm Blood Over Marigolds

CHAPTER THREE: Night Out

                                       Zoey

I playfully pushed Sofie to the side, not wanting to make her feel awkward. It took everything in my power to do so. I wasn't ready to lose Hunter over a moment of lust. Well, maybe it wasn't lust; it seemed purer. My soul screamed for her touch. Her body. Her.

"Meet you downstairs after my shower?" I managed to ask.

She smiled sweetly and said, "Okay, I'll see you downstairs. I'm going to get changed. Can't get pizza in lingerie," as she retreated to her room and closed the door behind her.

In the shower, I replayed our embrace in my mind. I started thinking about what would have happened if I never pushed her off me. Would she have kissed on my neck with her juicy, pretty lips? Would she have removed her silky nightgown, that draped over her supple breasts and her curvy body so perfectly? Would she have removed my towel next? Would she have joined me in the shower?

No... I couldn't think like that. I had to snap myself out of my daydream.

After spending time going back and forth with myself in the shower, I went to my room to get dressed. My locs were pulled into a low bun and I was wearing one of Hunter's hoodies that fit me like a dress and some baggy joggers. Nothing fancy. Grabbing my satchel, I tried not to appear too excited as I calmly walked down the stairs to await her there.

Looking around the communal area, I saw no sign of Sofie. Was she still getting ready?

"Sofie, ready to go?" I called from the bottom of the steps up to the second floor.

Sofie made her way down to me, slowly, as if she wanted to make a grand entrance. She had on a black cropped top that stretched across her perky, full breasts and displayed her soft and lightly toned midriff. Her ass swallowed a pair of matching leggings between her rounded cheeks, and they accentuated her curves. Her outfit was casual, but sexy.

As she came closer, I noticed her lips were painted a dark cherry color that brought out the whiteness of her teeth. Sofie batted her lashes seductively and then flashed her pretty smile at me and eagerly waited for my approval.

"You look gorgeous!" I exclaimed, praising her.

She really did. This woman was Aphrodite in the flesh, and I wanted to fall flat at her feet and worship her beauty. I wanted to be her outfit at that moment.

"Thank you," Sofie said while looking endearingly into my eyes.

She must have noticed how lost I was in her presence because, after a moment, she pointed to the door and asked, "Are we still on for getting some pizza tonight?"

She giggled to herself.

I directed her while she drove us in her yellow bug down to a quaint pizza shop, called Old Joe's Pies. From within her car, I could see the dining area was closed. So, we decided to do a carryout order and planned to eat in the car. 

Rummaging for my wallet, I felt something fall out of my bag and in between the seat and armrest. I figured I would come back and grab it when I came back from paying inside. I found my wallet and I rushed into the restaurant.

I soon returned to the car with our hot box of pizza in one hand. I opened the door on my side, and I plopped down in my seat, and I put the pizza on the dash. I turned my head to see Sofie holding my application that I still hadn't completed.

"So... you know a thing or two about flowers?" she inquired, seeming very amused.

"I know enough," I admitted, "My grandmother practically raised me in her garden. I actually spent my summer break there to help out."