Read Online Here & Now by Melyssa Winchester, Joey Winchester - Free Book Online Page A

girl since I’ve known her, there’s either been a good feeling attached to it, almost as if the sky has opened up and everything is just right, or there’s been the moments where it’s so wrong I’m physically twisted inside. I’m not getting that here.
    If it’s rushed it won’t happen, but something tells me that when the night is over, Cadence is going to want this as much as I do. She’s as ready as I am to take the next step in our relationship and it’s going to be fucking beautiful.
    Well, it would be if I could just get this damn tie to cooperate.
     
    Cadence
     
    This can’t be right.
    What I’m seeing right now, it’s gotta be a dream because there’s no way this is my reality.
    My mom caught sight of it first, which is what drew me to the window, discarding the three dresses on my bed, my indecision over which one was perfect enough threatening to pull me under.
    I’ve been staring out the window at it for the last fifteen minutes and after breaking away from me long enough to go check on her own dinner, it’s only her return that’s enough to break me away.
    “Did you know he was going to be picking you up in a limo?” she asks and I just shake my head. If I had known that his way of going all out was this, I might have given it more thought before saying yes. This is way too much. He might think I deserve to be going on dates to fancy restaurants and wined and dined, but doing it all, appearing like some famous person, it’s most definitely not what I deserve.
    He could have shown up in forty year old car and it would have been more my style than this.
    “No. He said he wanted to take me to dinner. I thought he would be picking me up like he always does.”
    His car. It’s safe to me. Comfortable. This, I don’t know what to do with this. He might have called me a goddess, but he’s wrong. I’m just me and I’ve never been through anything remotely close to this before. I’m not sure I want to go through it now, even if he is waiting on me outside probably looking cuter than ever.
    “I’ll go see if he’s inside or if he just sent it to meet you. Run upstairs and get ready, you don’t want to keep him waiting all night.”
    Considering how she acted last week when Dillon showed up wanting to stay here, the ease she has with me now, just letting me go so easily when she has to realize what dressing up like this and going on a date will mean, it’s surprising.
    Maybe she has more faith in Dillon than I thought.
    Running back up the stairs as she opens the door and makes her way out, I race into my bedroom and come face to face with the hardest choice I’ve had to make all week.
    Dark Red, Pink or Black.
    Sometimes I really hate being a girl.
    None of these are going to matter. He’s not dating me for my fashion sense. He’s with me because he genuinely cares about me, but for the first time in forever, I want to take a bit more time with my appearance so when I do make my way out to the limo, I knock him on his ass.
    Taking in that the dark red one is the perfect length and also a lot less flashy then the other two, the black one having what looks like sequins on it, I slide the pink one along with the black back onto their hangers and slip them into my closet before making my way over to the dresser and pulling out the right color pantyhose to go with it.
    I really hate being a girl.
    Once I’ve slipped myself into them and brought the dress up around me, I breathe a sigh of relief when my mom walks into the room and smiles softly at me before motioning with her hand for me to turn around so she can zip me up.
    The one thing I really didn’t give a whole lot of thought to when I chose the dress.
    When I’m sufficiently zipped, she comes around to face me and her hands start moving at the exact moment her lips part and she speaks.
    “He’s in the limo and from the looks of him when I knocked on the window, he’s more nervous about this date than you are. He’s giving you a