𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀

52. New love

 "Hey, Sloppy Footwork," Ethan greeted.

I closed the door behind me and walked over to him, leaning against his car. "You know, if you'd like em to go out with you more than once, you'll have to quit calling me that." I slid into the passenger seat and we headed out to the restaurant that Ethan was taking me to. It was our first date and for some reason he was taking me to some fancy place.

"Well, if you don't want me to call you that," Ethan began, "give me something else to call you instead."

"Lucy," I stated.

He winced. "No. That's what everyone calls you. I want my nickname to be special. Middle name?"

I raised my eyebrows. "Jean."

"Jeanie."

I huffed out a laugh. "As in I dream of?"

Ethan glanced at me and a smile spread across his face. "One N."

I shook my head hard. "No. No way."

Ethan rolled his eyes. "Fine. How about Cil?"

I gaped. Ethan was actually insane. "Cil? Like a window sill?"

"C. I. L." He spelt out the name.

As much as I hated it, it sounded good coming from his mouth.

I sighed. "I suppose so."

We arrived ten minutes later at the restaurant. God, Ethan even had to reserve out table.

We sat down, ordered food, talked, laughed, ate. Then he drove me home.

"I had fun tonight," I told Ethan as we sat in his car, in front of my house. I had never had a date like that. It was...perfect.

"Same."

There was a glint in his eyes as he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. You know how people say they feel a spark when their lips connect with another's? Well, I definitely felt a spark flicker across my lips.

I slowly reached my hands behind his hands. God, his hair was so soft.

Then, after what felt like hours—no, it felt like time stopped completely—, we pulled apart.

I raised my gaze to meet Ethan's. His eyes were perfect. His hair was perfect. His smile, his laugh, his personality. He was perfect.

"I have to go," I finally sighed.

"Don't," Ethan pleaded. "Stay."

I got out of the car and leaned on the open window. "I would but my mom would freak out."

He pouted. "Okay. I'll see you tomorrow?"

I nodded. "Yeah!"

Ethan smiled. It was the type of grin that looked like he was trying to force it back. "Bye, Cil."

I matched his grin. "Bye, Ethan. Thanks for dinner."

I ran up the steps and slowly entered my house.

"How was it?" A voice called from behind me. I had not expected Lorelai and Rory to be up still.

I turned around. "Good," I answered Lorelai.

"Good," Rory scoffed. "That kiss didn't seem just good." Lorelai elbowed her.

I resigned. "Okay, it was pretty perfect."

Lorelai raised her eyebrows. "Perfect?"

"Perfect," I assured.

I went to bed that night remembering the feeling of his lips on mine, his hands on my skin, mine in his hair. The glint in his eyes when he called me Cil. The stupid, fucking nickname that made me goes weak in the knees.