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Chapter 3

Before

Ever since the day that Adam and I hung out, I couldn't stop thinking about him. I couldn't get his beautiful smile out of my head, nor could I get the way his eyes shined when he looked at me.

There was something  about him that made me keep imagining every single second of last weekend. It was probably the best weekend of this entire summer vacation. And I'm so glad that I went to the park to meet up with Cassandra 'cause if I didn't, I would have never met this beautiful boy.

As I was thinking of Adam, my phone vibrated. It was him. Oh my God, my heart is beating a million miles per second right now. I. Am. Freaking. Out.

Adam: Have any plans 4 2night?

Me: Not that I can think of. Why?

Adam: Let's hang out. Just me and u.

Me: Sounds great! Where to? Should I bring any money?

Adam: No, treat is on me. We will go to the movies then out to eat.

Me: Can't wait. :)

At this point, I feel like I am going to have a heart attack. Adam wants to go on a date with me? The weird girl who doesn't want love because she thinks that love is stupid and that love will only bring sadness? Wow, he either must see something in me that he loves a lot or he is really desperate, but I'll go with the first one.

Later on in the night, I start getting ready for my date. I sit down at my vanity and look in the mirror. Should I leave my hair down or should I put it in a bun? Or maybe I should curl it. Such hard decisions.

When I make up my mind—I curled my hair—I start to put on my make-up. I'm wearing a fluffy white dress that comes down to my knees and I'm wearing white heels to match. I'm trying to somewhat look presentable, even if I don't want love right now.

Or do I? I guess I wouldn't know right now.

As I was coming to an end on everything, the doorbell rang and I ran down the stairs faster than a leopard runs after their prey. I answer the door and act as casually as I could.

"Hi." I said, breathing heavy.

"Hey," he says, smiling. "You OK?"

I blush. Oh God. I can feel my face getting really hot and I can only imagine how red my face is at this point.

"Yeah, I'm all good." I smile.

He took my hand and led me to his car. He opened the car door and then shut it when I sat down and got comfortable. I can still feel the strength of his masculine hand when he was holding mine. It made me feel like no trouble could ever come my way.

As he was pulling in to the parking lot of the restaurant, my nerves started getting the best of me. My palms started getting sweaty, my heart was beating fast, and the heat in my body was going out, leaving me with nothing but coldness.

While walking into Olive Garden, Adam kept a hold of my hand and I loved every single second of it. We waited in line for a table—which was about 20-25 minutes—and sat there in nothing but complete silence.

But then he finally speaks up.

"You're nervous, aren't you?" he smirks.

I nod my head. I really didn't want him to know I was nervous, but I couldn't lie to him.

Before he could say something else, it was time to get ourselves a table. As we sat down in the booth, he looked right at me and smiled.

"What?" I asked, looking right at him, but also smiling like an idiot.

"I don't know," he said, "I couldn't help but notice how beautiful you look tonight. Do you always look this beautiful or are you just dressing up for me?"

I blushed. Okay, that's it. He's smooth and I like him a little. Okay, a lot. I really, really like him, but I won't let him know that. "Well, thanks. I guess, maybe, I did dress up for you."

He smirked that beautiful smirk like he always does.

The food here is amazing and I didn't really want to leave or have this night end so fast. At least we are going to the movies now, so that will give us a couple more hours.

When we made our way back to the car, Adam wrapped his arm around my side and pulled me close. I couldn't help but smile.

Now on to the movie.

See, I don't really like movie theaters that much, but with Adam, it was different. He held me close and tight and made me feel as if nothing could hurt me. I loved the tingly feeling I got when he touched me and I loved the scent of him as he kept close to me. And then the strength of his hand when he would squeeze my hand a little as he intertwined our fingers together.

This boy was truly amazing.

As the night was coming to an end, I felt a bit of sadness sweep over me. I didn't want this amazing night to end right now, nor ever.

Right now, we are laying in the bed of his truck and gazing at the stars. He's holding me close and to be honest, I'm soaking in every single second.

When the time came, he had to take me home. I didn't want this, but I had to go home or my parents would think that something had happened to me and freak out. The sadness flooded over me when he pulled in my driveway. He parked the car, then he got out, came to my side, and opened the door. When I was out of the car, he shut the door and then took my hand. He walked me to the front door, and for a minute, we stood there in silence. We both stared into each other's eyes, not once breaking the gaze.

Second by second; minute after minute, we finally broke the gaze. And that is also when he kissed me. He slowly leaned down, making contact with my lips. His warm, soft lips felt so right on mine. After what felt like an eternity, the kiss was broken when my front door opened.

My father cleared his throat. "Welcome home, baby girl."

I felt the awkwardness creep up my neck and I couldn't help but giggle a little. My father looks at Adam, then at me. He kept looking back and forth between us both. He then opened the door a bit wider and signaled for me to come in. I looked at Adam then made my way in to the front door.

"Good night, Skylynn." he said. "Good night to you too, sir." but by the time Adam could finish his sentence, my Dad shut the door.

Before my father could say anything or ask me any questions, I ran up the stairs and made my way to my room, daydreaming of the perfect night I just had.