She sat in her car watching the minutes pass by on the small clock as she weighed up her decision. She'd come this far and it would be silly to back out now but was she really the type of woman that would do what she was about to do? It had all been fine and well when they were texting each other about it, but now she was here, around the corner from his house her nerves were starting to kick in and she couldn't help but feel like she'd made a major lapse in her judgement. She wasn't the type to show up at someone's house for a quick fuck, never had been. She'd always saved that part of herself for the man she was in a relationship with but that had gone down the drain two months ago.
With a deep sigh she fished her phone out of her handbag and swiped the screen. There was already a text message from him asking how far away she was. She shook her head and with a groan she rested her forehead on the steering wheel and inwardly screamed. What was she waiting for? It wasn't like she didn't know the guy. They'd known each other growing up, he was a couple years older than her but they'd always kind of hung around with the same kids. They had reconnected a little while back on Facebook, just the usual friendly catch up talk but when she became single she'd found herself chatting to him more and more. The friendly jovial conversations became flirtatious and then over the past two weeks just down right explicit. She could do that, talk dirty over messages because he couldn't see or hear her but in person? That was a whole other story.
She fired off a quick reply 'five minutes' and checked her reflection in the rear view mirror. Everything was in place just as it was when she left her house on the other side of town 20 minutes before. She'd taken a long shower, making sure to shave every inch of her body and then smothered herself in her favourite body lotion that came in a gift set with her favourite perfume. Armani SI. Her blue eyes were lined with pitch black wings that she was amazed had turned out so well with her shaking hands. She'd decided to leave her lips bare, just a coating of vanilla scented lip balm and coated her long lashes with mascara then blow dried and straightened her dark crimson hair so it fell sleekly against her upper back. She'd put on a pair of high waisted skinny jeans and paired them with a cropped grey t shirt then put on her original black and white Converse high tops.
"Fuck it," She said, throwing her phone into her bag and opened her car door. Stepping out into the cool British spring weather she pressed the button on her car key locking the doors. He'd given her his address a while ago but she'd never thought she'd actually use it.
It's not like the guy wasn't attractive or anything, because he was. Maybe too attractive. All the girls liked him when they'd grown up and from what she could see from his pictures online he was still good looking, just taller, with better hair and a hell of a lot of tattoo's. Had she met him out and about by accident she wouldn't have been so nervous but this was vastly different. She was so far out of her comfort zone as she turned onto the corner of his street she fought the urge to turn the other way and run like hell. She walked to his small house and approached the door, knocking softly she hoped it was so quiet he didn't hear it but almost immediately he opened the door, smiling at her brightly. His jeans rested on his hips and his tight black v neck shirt made him look like he was about to do some kind of photo shoot. He was almost edible but she still couldn't get past the butterflies assaulting her insides.
"Hey!" He pulled her into a friendly hug and she almost stiffened but urged herself to relax and give in to the embrace. It was just a hug, she hugged everyone. She was a hugger. "You look fucking gorgeous, do you want a beer?"
"I probably shouldn't," She pulled away from him and looked at the spot in between his deep brown eyes. Something about those eyes unnerved her. "I'm driving, so.."
"You can always crash here," He gave her a small smile that was supposed to be friendly but it was anything but. "If you want to."
She thought about it, did she really want to stay the night? She wasn't even fully prepared, didn't even bring a change of underwear let alone a damn toothbrush. She followed him into his living room, taking in her surrounding as she went. Minimalistic black and white, totally her style. In fact it reminded her a lot of her own flat. She couldn't help but smile as she eyed the little ball of black fur purring away sleepily on the black leather lounger chair. She loved cats but he'd never mentioned having one, which she'd thought was odd.
"I didn't know you had a cat?" She said sitting down on the matching leather sofa. He went into the kitchen and brought out two bottles of beer, obviously not hearing her when she said she probably shouldn't drink but she thought she may as well. She could do with the liquid courage and one drink wouldn't hurt.
"He's my sisters." He said handing her a bottle and sitting on the opposite side of the sofa, turning to face her. "She's gone travelling for a few months around Europe so I'm looking after him. Kinda wanna keep him though, I've grown attached."
"He is really cute." She smiled over at the cat who hadn't moved at all. "I want a cat but my landlord won't let me."
