𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 [𝙴𝙽- 𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙼]

Chapter 136

Music Theme: Fireflies - Owl City (Start later)

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My lips parted as I looked back at Jake. He raised his eyebrows in question.

"No." I said.

His eyes widened in shock. And immediately came in the puppy eyes. His bottom lip jutted out into a pout, causing me to giggle. I moved the bouquet out of the way and stepped closer to him.

"Silly, such a tedious work to just ask me out on a date?" I put my arms on his shoulders. "A simple word would've sufficed."

His eyes lit up again as he returned my embrace. "Is that a yes?"

"Of course it is," I said.

He bent down to kiss me but right before our lips touched, he pulled away.

"Fuck no." He cursed. "You don't kiss before the date."

I smiled in amusement. "I don't mind it."

He perked up just for a second before his shoulders sagged. "No. That's not gentlemanly."

It was surprising how serious he was being with his gentlemanly resolution.

"So let's not waste time. And quickly get into it." His voice came back to its usual charm.

Now it was my turn to be shocked. "Now?"

"Yes. Right this moment. Come on."

And he started leading me outside. But I quickly stopped him.

"Jake it's midnight." I reminded him.

"I know." He grinned. "And I have the perfect plan for it as well."

"But I'm in my nightwear." I prodded.

"Doesn't bother me." He shrugged. "If it does to you, I'll change into PJs as well."

I pouted. "Our first date in PJs?"

He stopped and looked at me for a long time as if considering my words. And then he nodded.

"Okay. We need to change you then." And he was leading me back into my room.

"What? Jake, no!" I squealed when he carried me back into the bedroom.

I thought he wouldn't insist on going out at midnight if I pointed at my clothing. Because whatever we had planned, roaming outside at midnight was the last thing I wanted to do. It made my stomach burn with anxiety.

Jake put me down on the bed and looked at me up and down while rubbing his chin.

"Let's see..." He muttered.

He went to my wardrobe and threw the doors open. Rummaging through the dresses in the hanger, he pulled a few dresses out to examine them. He checked three dresses and put them back inside.

He then paused and looked back at me. His eyes were trained on my legs. Particularly, on the boot I was still wearing. His lips drooped a bit at the corners.

"Darling, would you prefer a dress or pants?"

When I saw that sad look in his eyes, I looked down at my boot and a little bit of my excitement fizzled away. I didn't want this thing on display, but at the same time, I didn't want to see the pity in his eyes.

As if sensing exactly what I was thinking, he swiftly strode towards me. He took my hand in his and knelt down.

"Darling, I'm only asking for your own preference and not putting you down in any way." He said gently. "You could wear a short dress and you'll still look as pretty to me as you always did."