Recap:

"You're beautiful Alan."

"Uh, thanks." he blushes and I reach for his hand across the table.

"Now stop being cute and dig in" I gesture to the variety of foods on the table.

He squeezes my hand back and says loudly, "You're beautiful too" I actually believe it, not that he uses the word too much for me but because I'd worked to being beautiful tonight and I'm loving it.

I curled my dark straight hair and did actual make up then I put on a maroon gown with thin straps which is crossed and tied at the back, exposing majority of the back. If fell shorter at the front, exposing my knees and the skin just above. I finished the look with black heels with gold ankle bands.

My best date ever.

Only date!

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"How was dinner, did you enjoy it?" Alan asks me as we cuddle on the couch to watch an old English movie.

"It was great. Did you make it?" I ask without taking my eyes off the television.

"Me? No. I had it prepared."

"Okay"

We remain silent watching the movie. I'm not really paying attention to the movie, I'm paying attention to the flutters in my stomach. I peek at him and his eyes are trained on the TV, my head is placed on his chest and my face falls and rises to the rhythm of his breathing.

"Hey tell me a little about yourself" I tell him.

"Umm, what do you want to know?"

"Anything, like your best color, best season, childhood and all"

"Okay my best color is brown, hazel to be precise. I didn't have a best color before but now I have have and I like looking at it, it's really pretty and I feel like drowning in them"

I know perfectly well that he's talking about my eyes and this makes my ovaries blush, I feel like eating him now. Lol.

"And my best season, well I've never thought of that but now that I do, I think it's winter. I just feel at peace during winter and I like the views. Like snow covering roofs and how it falls on one's hair, it's really beautiful." I smile at this, I hate winter.

"Ah about my childhood, there's really nothing say about it. I'm an orphan, my father died when I was born, he was driving to the hospital with his parents and they crashed. My mom was an asthmatic patient but she only made it to 10 years after I was born. I love her and I miss her but I've grown to accept it and believe that she's up there, protecting me and granting my birthday wishes. " he chuckles, I raise my head and face him. He's staring afar he wraps his arms tighter around me.

"I moved to my grandma's place, my mother's mom. She was a nice woman and she really cared a great deal about me but unfortunately she died. She died of depression after her daughter's death. So I became family less. I had no one and the house bills was late so I got kicked out and lived in the streets for about two months before I met Freddie.

"I used to go to The Biggies and just look inside through the glass doors. He'd chase me away and I kept going back. So he adopted me and sent me back to school. I kind of buried myself in school and then, you know" he shrugs and chuckles. It sounds weird my heart ache for him.

He looks down at me and smiles, he rubs my arms and kiss the top of my head trying to soothe me. I raise my face to his and place a gentle kiss on his lips. I want to pull back but he captures the kiss and my insides light up.

I wrap my arms around him and kiss him with all that's in me. I moan against his mouth and he deepens the kiss. My hand travels to his waist and pulls his shirt out of his trousers and start to clumsily work on the buttons. Why do they make so much buttons?

He trails his kisses down to my jaw line and to my shoulder blades. I shiver at the feeling his kisses gives me and I want more. I want him to make me feel like never before. I want him to make me a woman. I want him to make love to me.

After what feels like a decade, I remove his shirt and start to work on his pants. I respond to his kisses and his hands are lost inside my dress, caressing my skin. His hands are warm as they kneed my breasts, I arch my back and I feel heat pool between my legs. One hand slowly moves downwards and I almost die at the rising feeling I'm having.

I part my legs for him but he quickly stops himself before touching where I need him the most. The wait is killing me. "What happened?" I ask, wondering why he suddenly stopped.

"We can't do this. Not now." why is he spewing nonsense!

"Why? Don't you like me?"

He sighs and closes his eyes as if summoning self control. "Of course I do like you but you're not ready"

"I am Alan. I am ready. I want you to make love with me. I want you" I know I sound desperate but I don't care.

"No. It's going to be your first time and I want it to be special."

I'm about to argue with him but I stop, he's being a gentleman and I'm falling more for him. I do want my first time to be special and with the person I really like and that likes me as much and I'm happy that Alan thought of that. I place a chaste kiss on his lips and make to stand up.

"I need to go to the bathroom." I need to calm myself down to release this feeling that has built up.

He places his hand on my arm to stop me, "Are you mad?"

I avoid his gaze, "No. I just need to get out of here. I'll be right back."

"Please don't be mad. I'm sorry"

I really don't like that he's mentioning the word mad or that he's apologizing.

"Okay." I say trying to stand up again but he stops me.

"Stay with me tonight?" I look at him now. His hair is ruffled, the result of me running my fingers through it and he's still shirtless. He looks sorry and guilty like he's done a bad thing.

"Alright." I kiss him again and stand up.

I enter the really big bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. My lipstick is smeared and I smirk at this, the straps of my dress is lose, it has been lose at the back where it was tied. I tie it back and run water through my hot face. I stare at myself and smile sadly. I pat down my hair and tie it into a loose bun on top of my head and walk out.

I step into Alan's arms and he offers me a drink. I take a long swig of the drink and rest my head on his chest. I feel my hair loose and Alan runs his fingers through my hair. I lean more into his naked body and take another drink.

We talk till after midnight and we go to the bedroom. I take my bath and he offers me one of his shirt, I slip it on and it falls just below my butt. I sleep on the bed while Alan takes his bath.

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know, I'm being pulled into a hard body and spooned.

"The shirt is better on you than on me. Goodnight Lynn." he places a kiss on my head and I snuggle closer in his warmth. Soon I fall asleep and meet him again.

In my dreams.

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Aye guys. I'm currently listening to one of Passenger's song and that's what inspired me on this chapter.

Have a lovely read. 😘