Whatchamacallit

Date of WHOM

 (Continued)

Alex's POV

Weeks had melted into each other, filled with conversations with Daya. She was everything Kayla wasn't – sweet, supportive, and a breath of fresh air. Our constant communication left me neglecting Kayla, but a sense of liberation washed over me. Daya felt pure, a stark contrast to the drama that had become my life with Kayla.

Tonight was the night. I was finally going on a date with Daya, a flutter of excitement dancing in my stomach. As I emerged from my apartment, a gasp escaped my lips. There she stood, a bouquet of flowers in hand, her smile brighter than the summer sun.

"You're cute as hell," she purred, sending a wave of heat through me.

I started to walk past her, but her hand shot out, grabbing my arm. "Wait, where you goin'?"

"I was just...heading out," I stammered, my cheeks burning.

Her touch lingered on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice a husky whisper.

The air crackled with unspoken desire. Daya leaned in, her breath tickling my ear. "I bet you are," she teased.

We walked to a sleek Benz parked in the lot. Climbing in, I was greeted by a potent mix of cologne and weed. Despite the unexpected scent, I leaned back and inhaled deeply.

"You like the smell?" Daya smirked, her eyes twinkling.

I nodded, unable to tear my gaze away from her. Music filled the car, the smooth melodies setting the mood for the evening ahead. The entire drive was filled with animated conversations and laughter.

The restaurant was a visual feast, a stark contrast to the usual diners I frequented with Kayla. Daya, ever the charmer, secured a reservation with a smile. As we were seated, I couldn't help but grin. "This is nice."

"You like it?" she asked, her voice soft. "I've been here a few times for birthdays. Always wanted to take pictures here."

"You can," I replied, a playful glint in my eyes. "Seems like you can't stop smiling around me either."

Daya chuckled, and we settled into comfortable conversation as our food arrived. I took my time eating, stealing glances at her every few seconds. She was mesmerizing, and the sexual tension thrumming between us was palpable.

Finally, she met my gaze. Her eyes held a challenge, a question I didn't need words to understand. "You want kids?" she blurted out, catching me off guard.

I hesitated, then shrugged. "Definitely."

We finished our meal, Daya ordering cheesecake for dessert. As we paid the check, a sense of anticipation bubbled within me. Escorting me to her car, she held a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Confused, I climbed into the backseat. Daya stowed the to-go boxes in the front, and before I could voice my question, her lips were on mine. Hot and demanding, the kiss ignited a fire within me. She pushed me against the back door, her hands fumbling with my dress straps. In a blur, I found myself lifted onto her lap. Moans escaped my lips as she explored my body with a practiced touch.

This wasn't the sweet, innocent date I'd envisioned. But as Daya's touch intensified, a primal instinct took over. My moans echoed in the confined space of the car, my body a vessel for her desires. There was a thrill, a forbidden edge to this secret encounter that pushed me further.

Exhausted and breathless, we finally lay back, the remnants of our passion clinging to the air. Daya cleaned me up with a tenderness that belied the intensity of our encounter. "You taste good as hell," she murmured, her voice husky.

"You can stay back here and rest," she offered, her eyes gleaming. "I got you."

Biting my lip, I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the whirlwind of emotions. This was the beginning of something I never expected, something both exhilarating and terrifying.