Second Chances

Chapter Four

I woke up the next morning feeling strangely happy.

I padded to the kitchen and saw Christian sitting there enjoying a bowl of cereal...shirtless.

"Good morning Blue." He said and smiled at me.

A part of me thought he wouldn't remember our conversation because he was drunk. But it seemed like he remembered it pretty well.

"Good morning Christian," I smiled back.

"I thought after our conversation last nice you would finally call me Chris."

I scrunched my nose.

"I hate the name Chris. It just doesn't suit you. Plus, you said you said your friends called you Chris. Based on our conversation last night, we're more than friends."

I winked at him and went off to get dressed.

When I came back Christian was fully dressed, looking gorgeous.

"Ready to go?" He asked.

"Yep."

***

"He really asked you out?!!" Eva screamed,

"Yes."

"OMG!! Did you say yes? I will totally kill you if you said no."

"I said yes."

"AAAA!" Eva screamed and everyone is Starbucks stared.

"Oh hush. I don't give a fuck about them."

I laughed.

"I knew he liked you! When is your first date?"

"I don't know. We haven't talked about it."

Eva picked up her phone and dialed a number.

"Hey Chris. It's Eva. My best friend just informed me that you two are dating. You need to go on a first date tonight so she can tell me all about it tomorrow...sounds awesome! Buh bye!"

"Eva, what the hell was that?"

"I got you a date!"

***

So much has happened in the past two days. I went from hating Christian to being excited about going on a date with him.

Even though he was 10 feet away, I was still nervous.

I had been in the bathroom for the past half hour just looking at my reflection.

Christian was one of the most gorgeous people I've ever seen and the longer I looked at my reflection, the worse I looked.

Christian started banging on the door.

"Blue, you look beautiful!! Come out!! We're gonna miss the ducking date!!"

I finally mustered up the courage to open the door and come out.

Christian looked me up and down.

"Damn. I told you that you looked beautiful."

I blushed and took his hand.

"I wish I could take that dress off of you," Christian whispered to me.

I blushed even harder and refused to look up at him.

"I think we should go. Before we start something we can't finish."

"I always finish what I start."

He winked at me and I felt the temperature rise.

"Let's go, Christian," I told him, trying to keep my composure.