Love Me Plus Size

Part 4

Kyle

"This is it," I mumble to myself while standing behind Vi's condo door holding a bundle of daisies.

I'm so nervous I feel a drop of sweat roll down my temple, which I quickly brush away. It has taken me months to finally ask Vi out on a date and now I'm finally here, ready to pick her up. It all seems so surreal. I feel like my 16-year-old self again asking Nicky Thompson to the prom. But this time the woman behind that door is the girl of my dreams and not a simple teenage crush.

Taking a deep breath to calm my racing nerves, I ring the doorbell.

A few seconds later, I hear Vi's melody voice from behind the wooden barrier. "I'll be right there."

Promptly the door flies open and I'm speechless. My eyes amplify, the pounding of my chest escalates, and I somehow lost the ability to breathe.

Vi stands there looking irresistible and breathtaking in a red silk cocktail dress. The fabric clings so stunningly to her chest before it flares down above the knee. She has just the right amount of make-up that highlights her features and her usually straight hair is curled to perfection. But it's those killer black heels she wore that had my heart thumping out of my chest and the front of my pants uncomfortably tight.

Vi is absolute perfection and tonight she's all mine.

"You look gorgeous," I say finding my breath before our eyes met. "Just absolute perfection."

Her cheeks flare with redness. "Thank you," she mumbles. "You look wonderful yourself and you're not wearing your glasses today."

I look down at my black suit, my hand skimming over the striped tie. "I left them at home today, I have contacts for special occasions," I reply giving her a wink. "And thanks, I think I cleaned up pretty nice tonight too."

She laughs her smile boarding.

"Here," I say, handing her the flowers, "these are for you."

Taking them her wonderful green eyes sparkle with happiness. "Thank you."

I've never seen her so happy before and I'm glad I'm the reason why she's feeling that way. If bringing her flowers could bring upon that expression, I will gladly buy her flowers every day.

Vi holds the bouquet close to her chest as she steps aside. "Do you want to come in? I'm going to find a place for these and I still need to put my earrings and necklace on before we leave. Is that alright?"

"Of course." I step into her home. "Take your time."

"Feel free to look around, it will only take me a minute." Vi enters the kitchen and sets the flowers in a cup filled with water before she twirls and heads down the hallway to a room, I assume is her bedroom.

Vi's place is a decent size and has a certain homey feel to it. It's peaceful. With its white walls, modern bright lights, shag carpeting, and open kitchen and living space, it's just the right size for a singleton. It certainly beats the four-bedroom ranch house I owned. I love my place, but after five years of coming home every day to a large quiet house, it gets lonely.

My feet shuffle into the living space and I notice how nicely furnished her condo is. Everything is placed flawlessly where it should be. Although there are no personal pictures of Vi displayed, paintings and artwork filled the while walls while others are positioned on contour tops. My gaze shifts to the paintings on the wall and instantly it draws my attention.

The stunning artworks are similar to the ones I have in my home and without a doubt, I know exactly who the artist is. I move in closer toward the landscape painting and smile as I see the cursive signature of Ellen R. William, Caden's mother.