This Time Is Kinda Different

Chapter 4

Expected? No. Typical? No. Average? No. My Greek was nothing of that sort and neither was our first date together.

Seven had helped me pick out an outfit for the night being as Mark's only bit of advice was to "Wear clothes this time". We picked out three outfits and after a heated fashion debate, narrowed it down to one. Greek said he'd pick me up at six leaving me only half an hour to get dressed and do my hair and make-up.

He'd arrived ten minutes early sending Seven and I into panic;filling my bag with necessities, touching up my hair one last time and establishing rules in case he came back here or if I went to his place. I really think Seven had a thing for his brother Ryan because she'd warned me to keep my hands off of him if anything got crazy.

I was so ecstatic I'd almost forgot my purse and as i opened the door Seven threw it at me.

"Ouch, a simple have a nice time would have sufficed!" I complained. Before I finally walked out I checked myself out one last time in the mirror by the door.

I wore high-waisted, black jeans that came just above my belly button with three gold buttons on each side. My top was a turtle-neck, it was black and white; horizontally striped and cut off enough to show skin between my pants and shirt with a tight band below my breasts. I wore black and gold sandals as well as accessories, with a black knockoff coach purse. As you can probably tell, Seven won the "heated fashion debate".

My blonde hair was pulled up tightly in a high bun and as for makeup the only things I barely had time for was eyeliner, mascara and some red lipstick. Thinking about Mark had me feeling nervous and brought butterflies to my stomach. I longed for that feeling of completeness that made a home in me when we were together.

'You got this Bee! You are a strong, fierce, smart, woman and even if you aren't nearly as beautiful as those girls in magazines or the girls at school-' not too sure where I was going with that, I'm terrible at pep-talking myself.

"I think you're the most beautiful thing I've ever laid my eyes on." That voice, it sent shivers down my spine and got my blood rushing. As for the words it spoke; those sent all of my rushing blood up to my cheeks. I spun around to come face to face with someone I could say the exact same words to. His appearance caused my breath to hitch in my throat and I stood there examining his perfection.

He wore dark blue jeans, a light pink, short sleeved button down shirt and white sneakers.

"Oh uhmm, I-I didn't see you there." I said walking out and locking the door-embarrassed was an understatement as to how I felt. If me checking myself out wasn't enough, my little pep-talk sure as hell probably broke the deal. Mark pulled me into a hug; burying his face in the crook of my neck causing sparks of electricity to devour my body. I let out a breath I was holding. His body was so warm and welcoming and I loved how comfortable I felt wrapped up in him.

"I'm sorry, hi, you look amazing." He said with his breath tickling my neck.

Just that simple action cause my eyes to roll back and a small moan to escape my lips. Unsure if I could go any longer with ought ruining my panties, I forced myself to pull out of the hug. As soon as we were no longer touching, it was as if I'd just entered Antarctica naked and goosebumps rose onto my skin.

"Hi, you look nice too." How pathetic was that? We left the building and went to his car, which was an all black bughatti, just the sight of it left my jaw open.

"It's not pathetic, thank you." He said lifting my mouth closed before closing my door and coming to his side of the door.

"Okay, can you please, not listen to my thoughts."