You and Me

Chapter 7: If Being Sexy Was A Crime...

Lori’s POV

He asked me out!  And I yelled at him.  The entire time during my conversation with Wes, I couldn’t help but feel that he was genuine.  Aunt Cynthia didn’t say for sure that he was a player.  Maybe he wasn’t.  Maybe he was just misunderstood.

And I understood that feeling better than anyone.

So, I agreed to a date.  The initial doubt had completely worn off, and I was undeniably excited for our date.  Before I walked out the doors of the ShopNFill at the end of our shift, Wes told me to be ready at 7 pm on Friday night.  We were going out!

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The week flew by.  Between working with Wes and spending time with his best friend—and my new buddy-- Zac, my summer days were completely filled up.  Before I knew it, it was Friday already.

When I got back to the condo after a day of laziness with Zac, it was empty, and there was a note on the refrigerator.  “Working late.  Don’t wait up.”  So, I guess I was on my own.  I decided to start getting ready for my date.

I treated myself with a long, warm shower to get calm the tenseness in my body.  I took my time drying my hair; I wrapped a towel around my body and walked into my room.  Now, the real challenge.  What to wear?  I settled for an off-the-shoulder, flowery dress that came down to my knees.  Perfect.  If there’s one thing I know about guys, it’s that they find shoulders irresistible.  And it wasn’t slutty, so it wouldn’t give him the impression that I was that kind of girl. 

I used my trusty flat iron to make my hair even straighter than usual.  My hair was weird—it was straight, but not that straight.  And always frizzy.  So, it required a lot of work to make it look good. 

I colored my lips with light pink lip gloss that matched my dress exactly.  I took special care to curl each lash until they framed my eyes just right.  I’m not a big make-up person, so I left it at that. 

Just as I perfected my look, the doorbell rang.  It was 7 on the dot.  My, he’s punctual.  I slipped on my usual flats and ran out to get the door.  I opened it and almost fainted.

Even in just jeans and a shirt, Wes looked amazing.  Rain had started to fall, so the shirt clung slightly to his body, emphasizing his toned arms and chest.  Stop staring, Lori.  The last thing I need is for him to catch me doing yet another embarrassing thing.  My eyes made their way to his face, where there was an easy smile greeting me.  His eyes were sparkling as they took me in.  Say something intelligent.  Quick!

I opened my mouth.  “Hey.”  Way to showcase your brains.  Idiot.  He didn’t seem to mind as he nodded in response, still eying me appreciatively.  “Who’s the one ogling now?” I asked, unable to restrain myself from retaliating.

This seemed to bring him to his senses.  “Oh…sorry.  I guess that would be me.  But in my defense…damn.  If being sexy was a crime, you’d be guilty as charged,” he finished with a smirk on his face.

I couldn’t help the redness that colored my cheeks at his words, but I decided that I would play along.  “So, do these pick-up lines actually work?  Do they get you laid?”

His smirk became more prominent as he answered, “Why? They’re working on you, right?”  I was taken aback by his response, and I’m sure the shock was evident on my face.  He quickly added, “I’m just messin’ around with you, Lori.  I keep using them with you because it’s fun teasing you.  Plus, that blush is adorable.”

His comment made me blush all over again.  Great.  Before I could continue making a fool of myself, I grabbed my umbrella, and we were off.