I should have started getting ready at 6am. Nothing seemed to be going according to plan. My hair looked a wreck. I showered hours ago but had to rewash my hair to get the curls out that I had made with my curling iron. This time I only took the blowdryer to it. If people asked about it, I'd tell them I was going for the "natural" look. Ha.
I picked up my phone off of my bed and texted Alex. Let yourself in when you get here.
He answered a few minutes later. Ok, darling.
I sat down on my bed for a minute as I remembered him getting his very first cellphone. He was so flustered by it that only after having it for a few hours, he threw it in the pool. I laughed my ass off for days following his tantrum. I didn't believe he was any better with technology nowadays.
I painted my nails a crimson red. The clock in my bathroom read 5:04 as I stuck my hand in my nail dryer. I was all set once they were dry. I only had to zip my dress up in the back.
I walked carefully out to my living room area and nearly almost fell when I saw him standing there. He rushed to my side, holding my hands in his.
"Are you alright, babe?"
"These damn heels," I lied.
When he was sure I was fine, he stepped off to the side and I was able to look him over. His hair was slicked back like I had hoped he would have it. He wore a dark gray, slim fitted suit with a black tie. His black shoes were free from nicks and scratches. He was perfect. My only wish at the moment was to see him out of these frivolous clothes.
"Didn't mean to scare you, darling. I did knock, guess you didn't hear it."
I stood up straight, still shorter than him even in my two inch heels.
"I guess my nail dryer prevented me from hearing those knocks. It's alright. I'm glad you're here. Zip me up?"
I spun around and folded my arms across my chest. I could feel him brush against me when he moved in closer. He used his hand to move my hair from my back, setting it so it flowed over my right shoulder. When his fingertips grazed my neck, I could feel every hair on the back of it stand up. He placed his left hand lightly on my shoulder while his right hand zipped me up ever so slowly. I was silently wishing he'd unzip me and take advantage of me. I wanted so badly to spin around and kiss him hard and spend the evening tangled up in sheets with him. Every thought I had was consumed with nothing but his entirety. My life had changed so dramatically since we'd found each other.
He replaced my hair back as it was once he was finished. He lingered behind me, though. I almost flinched when I felt his soft lips smoosh a kiss on my cheek. "You look absolutely stunning. But I'm sure you already knew that."
I turned so I could face him. "I don't think I look nearly as good as you do in that suit." My eyes moved down his trunk. "And I'm thrilled that you slicked your hair back. I love it like that." Our eyes were locked now. His tongue snuck out to graze his slender lips. He let out a low "hmmm" from the back of his throat.
"I really should keep my thoughts to myself right now. Are you ready to head out?"
"You can't say something like that and keep your thoughts locked in your pretty little head, Al." I playfully socked him in his chest and he pretended to be wounded.
"Oh, I have a pretty head? You're too kind, my love." He giggled melodically. How could you not fall madly in love with this man? I almost hated him for making me want him so badly.
He grabbed my hand, holding it tightly while chanting, "here we, here we, here we fucking go!". I had to catch myself from snorting while I laughed loudly.
