Forever In My Dreams (On Hold)

Chapter 17; Part 2

(Miranda’s POV)

[ Miranda's dress & shoes on the side ----)> ]

After telling Dessen what was going to happen Homecoming night... time seemed to speed up. Before I knew it, it was the day of Homecoming.

Luckily, I had found the perfect dress the day before.

It was absolutely gorgeous, and I thought I looked pretty decent wearing it. I could only hope Dessen agreed.

I spent the day plucking, waxing, moisturizing, and, being nervous. Tonight was the night everything would change. Tonight was the night my soul would be joined with its other half. Tonight was the night I was going to mate with Dessen.

No pressure, right?

I was going to be Alpha female. I was going to be half in charge of a pack of werewolves. I was going to go out of my mind.

Why had I even said such a thing? Why had I put such ridiculous amounts of pressure on myself?

I intermally groaned. There was no way I was backing out of this now... but I just wish I had thought it through a little more before I opened my big, fat mouth and blurted out that I was mating with Dessen on Homecoming night. I’m so stupid sometimes.

I took a few deep breaths and continued applying tinted moisturizer to my face. I turned up the radio a little bit to try to distract myself from my train of thought. I applied concealer and foundation until my skin looked airbrushed and flawless. I went with the smokey-eye look to bring out my eyes and the detailing of my dress. After putting on mascara, I finished up my hair. I curled it slightly so it fell in soft waves down my back.

I stepped back and studied myself. With a sigh, I concluded that it was as good as it was going to get. I was still wearing my bathrobe as I stepped over to my underwear drawer. I bought lingerie specifically for tonight, but now I was having second thoughts... what if Dessen didn’t like it? What if he thought it was trashy? Or thought I looked stupid in it? I held up the lacy undergarment and studied it with a critical eye. It resembled the lingerie Beyonce wore in her music video for her song “Best Thing I Never Had” except it was strapless. Was it too much?

The hell with it. If he didn’t like it, well, too bad.

I put it on, and then slipped my dress on over it. Then, I took out the shoes that I chose to go with the dress. I lovingly took them out of the box... they were gorgeous.

I slipped those on, and then looked at myself in the full-length mirror. I gently ran my hands over the fabric the dress and smiled softly. I took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly.

Tonight was the night.

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(Dessen’s POV)

As the limo driver pulled up to the curb in front of Miranda’s house, I wiped my sweaty palms on pants. I was so freaking nervous. Tonight was the night I was taking Miranda’s virginity and... I just didn’t know what to feel. I mean, of course I want her... I want her so much it hurts. But at the same time, I don’t want to hurt her. I want her to be mine completely, but I don’t want to cause her any pain. I rubbed my hands over my face. Time to pull myself together.

I stepped out of the limo and made my way up the short walk leading to the front door. I rang the doorbell once, then twice, until a middle aged women answered the door. I assumed it was Miranda’s mom.

“Uh, hello.” I cleared my throat nervously. “I’m, uh, I’m here to pick up Miranda?” It sounded more like a question, and I cursed myself for sounding like such an idiot.

“Yes, of course. Its nice to finally meet you, Dessen.” She smiled and stepped aside so I could walk in.

“Thank you, its nice to meet you too.” I said out of politeness. Honestly, Miranda never talked about her parents and I never asked. That seems kind of odd, but I think we’ve been living in our own little world for the past month.

“Miranda will be down any minute. Please, make yourself at home. Would you like anything to drink?”

“Water would be fantastic.” I told her. My throat was almost too dry to speak. Why was I so nervous?

She nodded and then left the room. A few minutes later, she came back with a glass of water. I thanked her and sipped it, wetting my dry throat.

But when I looked up, my throat went dry all over again. I slowly stood up. She was standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at me with a soft smile on her face. My eyes slowly gazed over her body and then back up to her face. I couldn’t speak.

She was... stunning. I knew I probably looked stupid standing there with my mouth hanging open, but I just couldn’t help it. She was so beautiful, so gorgeous, so... perfect. She seemed to glide down the stairs, and as she stood before me, I let out a breath that I hadn’t realized I was holding.

“You look...” I trailed off, unable to find a suitable word to describe how she looked. “I don’t even know what to say. You look too amazing for words.” I said gently, as I brushed my fingers over her cheek. She smiled and grabbed my hand. With her eyes on mine she slowly brought it to her lips. I felt heat flood through me as her soft lips made contact with my palm. I smiled, and with her hand in mine, led her out to the limo.

Tonight was the night.