#11
That night, at dinner with Luke, I felt that stupid pen hitting me in the head over and over again, reminding me of what drama I was potentially causing in my life. Was it worth it?
I decided to push those ‘moral thoughts’ aside and have fun for a little while. Just a little while.
Luke sat in front of me like a tempting piece of chocolate. Something I wanted, so badly, something that tasted so good, but in the end wasn’t great for my health and something I knew I couldn’t resist.
His brown hair was messy, in a ‘It’s supposed to be like this’ kinda way. His short sleeved dress shirt was just tight enough on his biceps to show those smokin’ muscles. He finished his mouthful of pasta and put the napkin on the table, “So, are you ready to go back to my place?”
My heart fell. Crap. I didn’t want to have to lie to him already, I was hoping he would just not ask that question. But I was never that lucky…
“I, uh, I have plans with the girls tonight,” I prayed (ironic hey, that I prayed while I lied) that he wouldn’t look to deep into my eyes and see my lie.
“Oh,” disappointed, I could hear it. “Well, that’s alright. The game is on anyways. Tomorrow night though?”
“Yeah, for sure. I really wish I could, but the girls have been planning this for ages and I can’t ditch out on them now. Sorry, I should have told you.”
He lifted my hand from the table and kissed it. He was so perfect. What was I doing playing him like this?
“You’re sure?”
I was quiet for a moment while my heart stopped fluttering from his kisses, “No” I said softly.
He smiled that crooked smile that says “I won”.
posted : 2 years ago Friday, October 23
