You Belong to Me

Is This a Date?

"Have you no shame? You almost got us caught!" I loudly whispered, hoping my front door wasn't thin enough for anyone to hear us from the other side.

Kai chuckled. "Not really. I thought it was fun." He looked down at the container of soup. "Looks pretty good. Too bad." And walked away into my small kitchen.

"Too bad? Why?" I asked puzzled.

"Cause we're going out, remember? Eventually, anyways." He tossed the container on a shelf in my fridge and turned to face me again, his eyes lingering. "But we still have unfinished business to get back to." His eyes lowered to the towel I was still holding onto.

My eyes widened. "Uh, no. We're done with that. Remember?"

He scowled slightly. "Oh Sweetheart, I'll let you know when we're done." And stalked towards me like a predator with his prey.

It felt like hours passed before Kai's appetite was finally satisfied and we both showered and he was dressed again and sat on my couch, waiting for me.

My indecisiveness made it nearly impossible to pick an outfit to wear.

My thoughts kept racing back and forth.

Was this really a date, or just like two people hanging out? I don't want to get the wrong idea in case this wasn't a big deal.

But what if it was a date? Like a date date. A real date?

What does a date with someone who's in the mob entail?

He's dressed pretty casual, should I be casual too or would a dress be okay? And if a dress is okay, how 'dressy' is too dressy?

I don't want him to think I'm thinking way too much into this but I am. I bit my lip in irritation.

I glanced at my reflection in the full length mirror on the back of my closet door and remembered one more thing I have to worry about; the bruises on my neck. They weren't too bad but I definitely couldn't get away with the old "I burned myself on my curling iron" excuse. And the shapes were too obvious for anyone to believe they're hickies. People might look at us, my neck and his face and think we did it to each other.

Yeah right. Like I could ever manage to hit him.

I know for a fact I don't have enough makeup in the world to cover them and it's not cold enough outside to wear my scarf.

The answer to my problems was crammed all the way back in the tiny closet space; my emerald green turtleneck sweater. It's thin enough so I don't overheat, will cover my neck perfectly AND makes my boobs look pretty good if I may say so myself. I grabbed it, thankful that it didn't need to be ironed and scrambled around to find the matching black velvety skirt and trusty old high top converse shoes. The perfect amount of dressy casual and full of comfort, my "ready for anything" outfit.

I got this. I can do chill and casual. No worries here.

I took off for my bathroom to hurry up and get dressed. I made sure to take just a few minutes to tidy my hair and add just a touch of makeup. I didn't time myself so I hoped I didn't take too long to get ready.

By the time I left the bathroom and entered back into my living room, Kai was seated comfortably on my loveseat flipping through the channels.

"You ready?" He asked, casually I might add. But didn't actually turn to look at me yet.

"Yeah, I think so." I walked into my small kitchen where I kept my purse on the counter. As soon as I turned around to look at him, his face had an unreadable look on it.