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hand on the door handle.
“I’m willing to take that chance … you’re worth it,” he said without looking at me. I closed my eyes as he left the room. I sure hoped he was right.
t had been a week since Jen had gone out with Hunter. She seemed so nervous and slightly excited when she left, but when she got back, she just flat out refused to talk about it. She grumbled around saying she was an idiot and that they were too different from each other. Matt had called me every day since he’d been a brute and man handled me into my bedroom. Four days after that incident a large bouquet of daisies showed up at our front door with a note attached. Have you named our purple snake yet? That’s all it said and yet I couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off of my face for the rest of the day.
The day of reckoning had finally come though, and Matt was calling in his win. I was more nervous than I cared to admit and I only had to shoot Jen a dirty look half a dozen times to get her to stop poking fun at me.
I stood in front of the mirror and groaned at my reflection. Matt said casual … but there were levels of casual and not knowing where we were going was making me crazed. My jean shorts were good enough for any “casual” situation … I yanked off my Lynyrd Skynyrd tee shirt with a huff and pulled on a lacy, vintage style, dusty rose and cream colored blouse. It had a wide, scooping neckline that would hang a little off one shoulder—making it sexy, but not trashy. I decided against my usual cowboy boots and instead wore a pair of slip on strappy sandals. I added a gold, dangly anklet, pulled my hair up in a soft twist and checked the mirror. I bit my lip and wondered if I should have gone with a skirt instead. I was just about to jerk off my shorts when I heard a knock on the front door down stairs. I took a deep breath and grabbed my boho bag off the bed before heading downstairs.
Matt was wearing dark blue jeans, a pair of black cowboy boots, and a black and turquoise plaid shirt. His black cowboy hat made my mouth water. Matt was hot and I was suddenly surprised that no local girl had snagged him up yet. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, Matt was staring, his gaze hot and open and Jen was grinning like a proud parent on prom night. I walked over to Matt and smiled shyly.
“We better go before Jen breaks out a digital camera,” I mock-whispered. Matt took my hand and tingles raced up my arm, causing a giddiness to rush over me.
“Be good, children. Have her back before too late.” Jen giggled and I rolled my eyes as Matt pulled me through the front door.
“You’re having too much fun with this.” I hissed over my shoulder. She stuck her tongue out at me and then winked before shutting the door.
Matt held the door open to the passenger side of his truck for me. I slid in and was suddenly nervous. We drove in easy silence, listening to Matchbox Twenty play softly in the background. We chatted about normal things—light conversation topics, silly, little things. I relaxed after I realized Matt wasn’t going to launch into full out interrogation mode. When we had gone quite a ways out of town and Matt pulled down a dirt road off the main highway, I lifted my brow in question. Matt just beamed over at me. We didn’t go very far before Matt pulled his truck off the side of the road and parked next to an old wooden fence. Matt jumped out of the truck and jogged around to hold my door open for me.
“What are we doing here?” I asked, perplexed. I glanced around at the miles of country in either direction. Matt shut the door to his truck before going to the back and lifting out a large, old blanket and a huge picnic basket from truck bed. He smiled shyly at me when I stood there speechless. He shrugged and reached for my hand.
“I thought you’d rather stay out of town and do something outdoors,” he said. I smiled widely and placed my hand in his. His eyes shifted instantly, going from shy and
“I’m willing to take that chance … you’re worth it,” he said without looking at me. I closed my eyes as he left the room. I sure hoped he was right.
t had been a week since Jen had gone out with Hunter. She seemed so nervous and slightly excited when she left, but when she got back, she just flat out refused to talk about it. She grumbled around saying she was an idiot and that they were too different from each other. Matt had called me every day since he’d been a brute and man handled me into my bedroom. Four days after that incident a large bouquet of daisies showed up at our front door with a note attached. Have you named our purple snake yet? That’s all it said and yet I couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off of my face for the rest of the day.
The day of reckoning had finally come though, and Matt was calling in his win. I was more nervous than I cared to admit and I only had to shoot Jen a dirty look half a dozen times to get her to stop poking fun at me.
I stood in front of the mirror and groaned at my reflection. Matt said casual … but there were levels of casual and not knowing where we were going was making me crazed. My jean shorts were good enough for any “casual” situation … I yanked off my Lynyrd Skynyrd tee shirt with a huff and pulled on a lacy, vintage style, dusty rose and cream colored blouse. It had a wide, scooping neckline that would hang a little off one shoulder—making it sexy, but not trashy. I decided against my usual cowboy boots and instead wore a pair of slip on strappy sandals. I added a gold, dangly anklet, pulled my hair up in a soft twist and checked the mirror. I bit my lip and wondered if I should have gone with a skirt instead. I was just about to jerk off my shorts when I heard a knock on the front door down stairs. I took a deep breath and grabbed my boho bag off the bed before heading downstairs.
Matt was wearing dark blue jeans, a pair of black cowboy boots, and a black and turquoise plaid shirt. His black cowboy hat made my mouth water. Matt was hot and I was suddenly surprised that no local girl had snagged him up yet. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, Matt was staring, his gaze hot and open and Jen was grinning like a proud parent on prom night. I walked over to Matt and smiled shyly.
“We better go before Jen breaks out a digital camera,” I mock-whispered. Matt took my hand and tingles raced up my arm, causing a giddiness to rush over me.
“Be good, children. Have her back before too late.” Jen giggled and I rolled my eyes as Matt pulled me through the front door.
“You’re having too much fun with this.” I hissed over my shoulder. She stuck her tongue out at me and then winked before shutting the door.
Matt held the door open to the passenger side of his truck for me. I slid in and was suddenly nervous. We drove in easy silence, listening to Matchbox Twenty play softly in the background. We chatted about normal things—light conversation topics, silly, little things. I relaxed after I realized Matt wasn’t going to launch into full out interrogation mode. When we had gone quite a ways out of town and Matt pulled down a dirt road off the main highway, I lifted my brow in question. Matt just beamed over at me. We didn’t go very far before Matt pulled his truck off the side of the road and parked next to an old wooden fence. Matt jumped out of the truck and jogged around to hold my door open for me.
“What are we doing here?” I asked, perplexed. I glanced around at the miles of country in either direction. Matt shut the door to his truck before going to the back and lifting out a large, old blanket and a huge picnic basket from truck bed. He smiled shyly at me when I stood there speechless. He shrugged and reached for my hand.
“I thought you’d rather stay out of town and do something outdoors,” he said. I smiled widely and placed my hand in his. His eyes shifted instantly, going from shy and
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