It was late, and I was tired. Luke's earlier visit today was still making me tingle with excitement. He had asked to come in, and we talked for a while on my sofa, coffee in each of our hands. It was just like the hospital, endless hours of conversation by my bedside. Luke invited me to come to a party tonight, even offered to come pick me up, but I truly did not feel in the partying mood. I laid spread across my bed. I groaned, lifting myself up to grab my phone.
*Luke: Hello love :) What time do you want me to pick you up?*
I groaned in annoyance. As much as I like Luke, I really did not want to go to that party, even if he was there. Barely being able to keep my eyes open I responded: *around 10:00*
I slowly lifted myself off my bed, having to leave the wonderful warmth and comfort. My feet made their way towards the closet, picking out my cross print leggings, a white tank top, a jean jacket, and some heels. I pulled on my clothes, no energy in my body whatsoever.
"Damn I'm tired" I yawned out.
I strolled my way over to the bathroom needing to find a way to wake up. Turning on the faucet, ice cold water filled my cupped hands. Bringing my hands up to my face, I let the water splash over my features. My eyes widen, not realizing the temperature of the water. I dried my face and grabbed my bag, heading down the stairs, my long dark waves flowing over my shoulder. There was a knock at the door, startling me a bit from being so loud. Pulling the door open I saw him, more handsome than ever. A smile spread across his face.
"Hello love."
He took my hand, guiding me down my driveway to his car.
The whole drive to the destination was silent. His hand rested on my thigh, slowly rubbing it with his thumb. He kept his gaze on the road, unlocking every once and a while to stare at me. I had just realized, I don't even know how old he is. A small lump formed in my throat as the question came slurring out of my mouth. "H-How old are you?" I asked, sounding like a little girl.
He hesitated a bit before answering.
"Twenty-Two"
My stomach boiled inside. Twenty-two? We were four years apart. I had never dated an older guy before, I was always the most mature in the relationship.
His hand rubbed my thigh more, relaxing me instantly. We finally pulled up to the gate of the house, exiting the car, and walking up the trail hand in hand. We reached the door, it swung open, dozens of intoxicated young adults walking out. I suddenly regretted coming with him. I should have stayed home, in the warmth of my bed. We entered the home, the music blaring loudly through speakers. My head turned side to side, taking in the surroundings. Drunk people everywhere. My hands started to tremble a little. I told Luke I had to use the restroom, walking past the crowd of people to the bathroom door. The party was very distant, away from the whole party in a dark corner. Trembling hands turned the knobs,, walking in and locking the door behind me. I looked in the mirror, giving myself a pep talk.
"You can do this. You've had a drink before, how bad can this be?" My hands traveled up to my face, burying my head in them. I took in a deep breath, and built up the courage to walk out.
There was a tall figure leaning against the wall, once I opened the door. He had short dark hair, and a very chiseled face. He lifted himself up, giving me a better glance of him.
"You really shouldn't be at a kinda party like this all by yourself, love" , a deep voice spoke.
