RECAP FROM LAST CHAPTER!!!
"Can I look now?!" I said giggly. I wanted to know where the date was!!
"Has anybody told you you're so impatient?" he said jokingly.
"Yes!" The suspense was killing me!
"Okay..." he whispered into my ear making me shiver, "1...2...3..." he said and releasing his hands from my eyes.
"Omigod it's beautiful!"
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"Luke! It's so pretty! You did this?!" I shrieked giddily. I've never actually heard my voice go that high. I souynd like a mouse. He let out a little chuckle and vibrated against my shoulder. The corners of my mouth strected across my face forming a big smile. I didn't know how else to express my happiness. He put his arm firmly around waist pulling me in closer to him. His body tangles with mine made me warm. My mouth still hugn open in pure shock. I can't believe he did this for me. It was so romantic. I couldn't believe Luke could actually pull something as good as this off.
In front of me was a glistening lake, christmas lights dangling off the trees sprawled about the lake, a man dressed in a white and red striped shirt in a little gondala rocking silently against a dock. He had a padel in his hand and stood there smiling at us. It reminded me of Venice, Italy. I went on vacation in Venice with my mom when I was 13. She beat me there too.
I gazed up at Luke smiling brightly down at me. I propped myself on my tippy-toes and cupped his face. I pulled him in for a kiss. He quickly reacted taking me into his mouth. Our lips were slow and cautious. Savoring the sweet taste of each other's lips. I pulled away and smiled against his lips.
"No one has ever done anything like this for me before," I whispered softly in his ear. It was true. i never even had a boyfriend. No one to do spontaneous things for me. It was the best feeling in the world. Ya know, to know someone might actually care about you? Not just pretend to? I had the feeling when I was with Luke. Right now. Knowing he would go through this trouble to do this for me.
"I'm glad I was your first," he said. I giggled under my breath. I didn't know what to say. Should I thank him? What should I say?! I stayed quiet and leaned my head against his shoulder and got lost staring into the water. He shoved his hands in his pockets waking me up from my day dream. I turned to him. He pulled out a little rectangular velvet box. Please...you already did enough for me. Don't give me jewelry... I don't deserve it. Just please don't.... I hoped in my mind. The date was enough, I didn't deserve jewelry. I cheated on him. Didn't he know that? I know i was "under the influence", but I had every intention wanting to kiss Steven.I was shuch a whore. My mother was so right. Right about all of it. I was just too dumb to listen. I was a dirty whore.
He turned to face me.
"I know we haven't been dating for that long," he said popping open the box. I couldn't look at the box, " But i thought of you when I saw it. I passed by it and kept on walking. But all I could think about was you. And your eyes. It goes perfect with your eyes. I just had to buy it for you. I would be stupid to not too. I've put you through alot in the past couple days. Think of it as an 'i'm sorry' present. You deserve it,"I caught a glimpse of the little silver chain in the box. From the chain, dangled a tiny heart covered in diamonds and blue topaz. The necklace shimmered in the box under the light of the moon. I saw the top of the box, Tiffany & Co. It was absolutley beautfiul.
I looked down at the floor trying to avoid looking at the necklace. It was Tiffany...he probably spent so much money on it. It was amazing, and I was grateful, but I just didn't deserve it. Tears began to swell up in my eyes and with all the strength I had I forced them not to pour out. But I just felt horrible. I let go with a whimper and let the tears stream down my face.
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