Inviting The Virgin (Old Version)

Inviting The Virgin (18)

            Finally there was something constant in my life. Normalcy had vanished when this weekend began. Sitting down the smile couldn’t have been removed from my face. After seeing Carter I didn’t think it was possible to feel like this night could turn into something different.

            “Adam,” my smile was heard in my voice—“You’ve making me feel a little underdressed.” Adam was wearing dress pants, a blue shirt with a blazer folded neatly on the back of his chair.

            A cool breeze blew my hair across my face while I tried to untangle the threads from my dangling earrings. With my comment Adam loosened his tie and undoing the top button of his shirt.     

        

            “You look amazing, Eden,” He stumbled over his words which made a boyish smile crawl across his face.

            “I was just trying to make a better impression then I gave you at the bar.” His smile was childish was perfect and contagious.

          “I thought it was impressionable. You know vomiting in the boy’s bathroom is officially a good pick up line.” Both of us laughed as if nothing was strange about this situation. The fact that Carter was sitting down stairs waiting for me to come back was barely a thought.

            “Some wine on the house,” The waiter said while delivering a red bottle and two wine glasses. He opened the bottle filling them both up half way. Both Adam and I said thank you before he walked away. Quick enough that neither of us were able to explain that I was underage.

            Both Adam and I stared at the glasses not sure if we should drink them or not. Looking across the room I noticed that Jordan was also up here with me. I watched as she took her own sip of her own glass raising it up to my interested glance.

            “Have you ever had wine before? You’re looking at it as if it might bite you,” he asked.

            “Well that tequila bit me pretty hard last night,” I laughed.

            “My parents have a large wine collection. They are the type of people that like to go off for weeks at a time and drink away my college savings but usually it doesn’t bite as hard.” That boyish smile never faltered.

            “So you’ll let me know if this actually tastes good?” I held up the glass smelling the harsh, tart smell. Quickly after sipping it I found out it tasted worse than it smelt.

            “It is an acquired taste. One that tastes better when you have food but I really wanted to see the face you’d make when you tried it.” He laughed drawing some attention towards the both of us.

            “You can just appreciate the fine dining for the both of us.” The first time we spoke I was drinking hard liquor and now I couldn’t even impress him and handle sophisticated red wine. He must have already thought I was immature but know he knew for sure.