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I tug the V-neck of my black tank top, feeling like maybe I should wear something less … cleavage-y.
“What am I doing? Why does he even want to go out with me?” I turn back to the mirror and take another look. My blue jeans have rips in the legs, distressed throughout. I have myblack studded belt on and a pair of my Converse shoes to top off the outfit. I run a hand through my raven hair, noting that I need to get the pink touched up soon.
“Because you are hot. You are a hot little number who caught the eye of an extremely sexy … what did you say he did?” She raises a brow.
“Mechanic.” Like mother, like daughter.
“Ah, yes. A sexy-as-fuck mechanic. Girl, relax,” Addy says as she disappears into the bathroom. “We’ll be meeting you two at the party later. So don’t worry! If things don’t go well at dinner, I’ll get you out of the whole thing when you show up at the house. I’ll text you once we get there.”
“What party is it again?” I turn around grab my wallet and purse off my bed, glancing back at her.
“Greek Row rush parties. They are all throwing parties tonight. I don’t know. I’m dense when it comes to Greek life, but I do know they have awesome parties. And from what I heard, these two frats go at who has the best party every year, so that’s where we are going to head off to.”
She leans forward toward the mirror as she applies her foundation.
As I am about to open my mouth and say something, I feel my phone go off in my pocket. I pull it out and open up the messages.
Damien:
Hey, I’m outside. I’d come up, but I didn’t know what room you were in.
Me:
No, that’s fine. I’ll be down in two seconds. Let me just grab my things.
Damien:
Sounds good.
“He’s here,” I say nervously as I cross the room to grab my purse.
“Then what are you doing standing here?” Addy exclaims. “Go! Go get that walking sex nugget.” She shoos at me.
“Please don’t ever call him a sex nugget. Also, what the fuck is a sex nugget?” I scrunch my face as I say the weirdest words I have ever said in my life.
“No time to explain! Go! Go on your date! I’ll see you at the party later.”
She pulls open the door and shoves me out. Before I can even turn around to say bye, she has the door slamming shut in my face.
Okay then.
Taking the stairs down, I make my way into the lobby and out the front doors of the dorms.
Standing there on his phone, looking like a fucking god of all that is sexy, is Damien.
His black T-shirt is pulled tight around his very muscular body, showing off his tattoos. His dark chestnut hair is gelled back, giving it a very wet look. And let’s not forget to mention how I now have a jeans kink thanks to the dark pair of jeans hugging his body and, oh my God, his ass is biteable.
Down, girl. Keep it cool. Calm your tits.
As if he senses my presence, he looks up from his phone, and his mouth splits into a wide smile. Damien puts his phone in his pocket and saunters over to me.
“Wow, you look beautiful.” He leans in and kisses my cheek.
I can feel the heat rise up my neck. “Um, thanks.” I clasp my hands together, unsure of what I’m supposed to do with them at this moment.
First dates are so fucking awkward.
“So, I made reservations at this Italian restaurant a couple streets over. It’s one of my favorite places to go,” he says as he grins down at me.