Hey guys so this is a Jackson Whittemore dirty imagine for Kyra TW. So guys follow her! Hope you all enjoy it.
*Caution* It is a really dirty imagine.
Kyra's P.O.V.
I fixed my dress, a bit, as my knees got all wobbly. I felt like I was literally going to fall of the stairs when the door ringed. I was so nervous, because Jackson was going to take me on a date for our year anniversary. I'm not usually so insecure and nervous about things, I'm more confident. But right now, there's literally a hurricane going on in my stomach. It's the same thing you feel when you have cramps.
I heard the doorbell ring. My heart jumped. Oh god. Well as long as I don't fall down the stairs. I took one last glance in the mirror before I went downstairs. I opened the door and saw Jackson wearing a gray shirt with a pair of jeans. His shirt was a little opened, he looked hot.
"You look good," he smirked.
I blushed and smiled.
"You look great too," I responded.
He chuckled.
"Well, are you ready to go?" He offered his arm.
"Yes," I said gladly taking his arm.
I closed the door and locked it since my parents weren't home. It was kind of a good time for them to leave. Jackson led me to his car. He opened the door for me like a gentleman. Then he went over on the Driver's seat and started driving. My hands and everything were still shaking. I felt a soft and muscular hand on my hand. I looked up at Jackson who smiled sweetly.
"You don't have to be so nervous babe, nothing can go wrong, Ok?" He said
I nodded and reached to kiss him on the cheek but he turned around and I ended up pecking him on the lips. It was little but sweet. Deep inside Jackson is really sweet, sure he can be abrasive at first but once you get to know him he's one of the best friends you could ever have or boyfriend in my case
"So where are we going?" I asked.
"Somewhere, I know you're gonna like it. It's gonna be special."
"Cool."
He made a turn to the right and we ended up at a fancy restaurant I like. But I've only been here a couple of times. I gasped quietly.
"Told you," he smiled.
Jackson looked for parking. He finally found one all the way at the end. He opened the door for me again and we went ahead and went inside. The place had changed but it was still gorgeous, the color you mostly see is like Red wine and all the tables have candles. The music was relaxing.
"Reservation for Jackson Whittemore," said Jackson to a waitress.
"Right this way," she said.
We followed her to a table. We sat down on our table. I noticed it was different than the rest of the tables. It was beautiful. The table was white and the candles were bigger and there was a live orchestra playing soft music for us.
"Jackson. . ."
"Do you like it?"
"Yeah I love it," I said as my eyes gleamed, when I looked around.
The waitress left the menus at our tables and took the first order of drinks. After she left we took a look at the menu. There were a lot of things that sounded good. I finally picked the pepperoni bread and Jackson picked the Indonesian satay for appetizers. As we waited for them to come Jackson and I started a conversation.