Wedding Cake

Sang and Gabriel

(sort of continues from my Valentine's Day post--you may want to read that first but it's not necessary)

Valentine's Day had come and gone, and I hadn't really gotten the chance to spend time with each of my boys on their own. I got quality time with North--and my first melt-worthy, heart-palpitating, amazing kiss--but then spent the rest of the night with all of them, ordering in Chinese food and watching some romantic zombie movie (I didn't know that existed until then) riffing off Romeo and Juliet. I had been passed around from person to person to watch, cuddling in turns, and amazingly none of the guys seemed to mind. When I had gotten to North, he inconspicuously slipped his hand up my shirt to lie on the bare skin of my side, and I think I stopped breathing for the entire time I was with him.

Now, I was slipping on the clothes that Gabriel had handed me, telling me that I was going on an excursion with him and that I had to "aid and abet him no questions asked." Although that sounded ominous to me, I know I'll go along with him. He'd never do anything to hurt me, so I decide to throw caution to the wind and just go along for the ride.

"C'mon Trouble, we're on a schedule. I called ahead for us and everything," Gabe calls through the bathroom door.

I look myself over in the mirror again, not entirely sure if I'm actually going to wear what he's picked for me. No, I'm wearing it. I had already decided I was going to go along with him. He put me in a dress this time. It wasn't shorter than the multiple skirts or shorts I wore, although it wouldn't be long enough for school dress code regulations. The "wow" factor comes not from being too short, but being extremely body fitting. The black dress hugs my form, and I can't help but feel slightly naked, even though I'm not. The dress is a sweetheart neckline with capped sleeves, and my push-up bra actually gives me an eyeful of cleavage.

Gabe did my hair earlier, actually giving it a little curl this time, and I feel like one of those Victoria's Secret models. I use my secret weapon given to me by Dr Green--mascara--and my eyes are practically glowing on my face. I push my finger up to my lower lip as I look at myself. Recently, I've been giving more and more attention to my appearance. It's like all of a sudden I want to impress people. No, I want to impress certain people--my boys.

"Oy, Trouble! I will kick this door down!"

I giggle, relaxing a bit, and open the bathroom door. I'm shocked to see Gabriel so close, his hands raised and braced high on the door frame, and the position has him leaning forward slightly. We're very close all of a sudden.

His eyes rove up and down my body, and my cheeks heat up with the intensity in his gaze. After my little time with North on the beach, it's like a new part of me has been awakened, and half of me wants to explore it while the other half is completely out of her comfort zone and unsure what to do.

"Okay, I'm ready to aid and abet," I try to say forcefully to put on a brave face.

"Oh, Trouble, you have no idea what it does to me to hear you say that. Look at you all courageous," his eyes are twinkling with mischief and I swallow hard.

"Oh settle down. It'll be fun. It's not illegal. We're just going to do some... truth telling--if it was opposite day."