Never Knew We Needed You

3

"So, big date tonight, huh Paige?"

Tonight Mark is taking me out for a fancy dinner for Valentine's Day. It's been six months since I first crashed into him, he's not saying it's an anniversary, and what do I know? The only things I know are things I've picked up from my brothers and their relationships. Still, this is still a fancy date, and I want to dress up. I've chosen a simple black lacy dress with spaghetti straps, and I wear the same black heels I wore the night Mark officially asked me out. I've curled my chocolate brown hair into ringlets that fall to my chest, and I put on a smoky eye of makeup, and a soft pink lipstick. The friend I've made in college, Ella, is studying in my dorm room. She hates her roommate, so she practically lives with me. I don't mind, I'm rarely in there. I prefer studying in different parts of the campus. I've even crashed at Mark's house once. We were watching movies and I fell asleep on his couch, I didn't even realize where I was until I woke up.

"I guess," is all I say, as I grab my purse, and head for the door.
Just as I'm about to call for a cab, I see Mark's car. He rolls down the window, and I can see he's wearing a white dress shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
"Come in," he says in his low, baritone voice. I can't help but giggle as I open the passenger seat door and sit down.
"What's with the voice?" I ask.
"Do you not like it?" He asks, still using the voice.
"I love it of course, just don't tell me you're seducing me," I say, raising my eyebrow. He laughs a bit, staring at the steering wheel. "No, ah, I like to wait a bit in relationships," he says in his normal voice.

When we get to the restaurant, our reservations are called as Mr. And Mrs. Fischbach. I playfully punch his arm.
"What? I swear I didn't make them that way!" He whines. I just roll my eyes and kiss his cheek. The waiter comes over and takes our orders. While we're sipping at our ice water I can help but say,
"Why are you dating me? Even though it's not that bad, I'm only 21, plus still in my first year of college."
Mark raises his eyebrow at me.
"I didn't think you cared."
"It's not that I don't, I'm just afraid that you do. I really like you Mark, I'm just so scared of screwing something up."
I bite my lip and wait for his response. He reaches his hand out to grab mine, and I let him take it.
"I love you, Paige." He drops his gaze, embarrassed. A soft smile stretches across my lips.
"I love you too. That's why I'm scared. Mark, you're my first boyfriend. My parents...I'm the youngest of eight kids, I have seven older brothers. Combined with my parents being really religious, they've always tried to protect me and shield me from everything. I would be clueless about a lot of things except the fact that my brothers never had that protection, so I learned a lot from mostly them. I was scared you'd be bothered by this once you found out."
Now it's my turn to be embarrassed. And why shouldn't I be? I just explained the most humiliating thing in my life.
"Well, I can't say I'm the same, but I honestly don't care at all. My main worry is if you like being more innocent than most adults or if you oppose it?"
I sigh. "I hate it. I never talk in my classes, mainly because I'm scared I'll embarrass myself by talking about something I know nothing about. I care about you, I don't want to break up."
Mark smiles at me and our food shows up.
After we leave Mark slides his arm around my waist.
"Want to take a walk?"
I answer by kissing him, and we walk talking quietly when I suddenly blurt out,
"I'm a virgin. If it wasn't obvious."
He chuckles. "Would you like some help with that?" He says in the low voice from earlier. I just giggle like an idiot and we keep walking.
"No thank you, you said you liked waiting, I can deal with that."
He kisses my hair and says,
"What would your parents' reactions be of they knew you where dating now?"
"Paige! Focus on your studies, ignore boys, they'll break your heart," I say in a weepy, high-pitched voice, mocking my mother. "That would be my mom." I drop my voice, "My little girl can't be dating, if you even try to bring a boy home I'll kill him." "That would be my dad. My parents are insane."
"Well my mom and step mom both want me to have a baby, they'd be thrilled to know I was dating someone."
We walk in silence when he pulls something out of his pocket. Jewelry box.
"I got you this for you," he says shyly. I open the box and see a simple heart-shaped locket with P engraved on it. I open it and see he's already put a photo in one of the slots. A picture of a spilled coffee cup.
"Mark, this is beautiful...and so thoughtful."
He laughs gently. "Well, everyone gets their girlfriend jewelry for Valentine's Day, I might as well put something reminiscent of the time we met."
I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him. He doesn't pull away, and I don't either. He lets his hands wander around my back and I move my hands from his neck to his shirt collar, and I let my hand ever so slowly slide down it. I then slowly move away, and let my eyes lock on his.
"Now you want me to fix that?" He says playfully, and I blush and give an almost imperceptible nod.
Ooooohhhh you think there's going to be smut. Eh idk if I will or not.

I want you guys to know that I started writing a smut scene and stopped because of how awkward it was. Sooo, we're going to have a time skip, yaaaaay. (Seriously writing smut is awful ugh)
Like really, all it is is porn. Worst.thing.ever. Heck I don't mind reading it but as for writing I think it's better to have an actual story line rather than describing a sex scene.