Alice’s POV
I was so nervous that I woke up in the middle of the night. My hand was shaking, and I couldn’t stabilize my breathing at all, as I thought about the fact that, on that day, I was going on a date with Liam.
For a mont, I even regretted agreeing to it. The plan to prove that Alia’s boyfriend was actually a jerk seed like a terrible idea.
Especially considering my track record with dates. I always failed in absolutely every case. Even when the guys tried and seed genuinely interested, things never worked out.
At least not with the people I chose to go out with. Maybe the problem was picking the wrong people? Well, I didn’t have a friend to discuss this with to know if my decision was the right one.
And my chest kept racing. Honestly, I thought I was going to die from nervousness.
Still, I decided to get up for good and start getting ready. It was three in the morning, and our date started at four in the afternoon, but I decided it was already ti to start getting ready.
That’s because the day before, I spent hours trying to choose which outfit to wear. And after being completely unable to choose, I went to the first store with fancy/sexy clothes, and I took the saleswoman’s recomndation.
I usually preferred to wear clothes that didn’t accentuate my curves or anything like that. That said, I really wanted things to go right this ti, and I believed Liam was actually a pervert who would be easily conquered by the female body.
Moreover, the older I got, the weirder it would be to be a virgin. Of course, I knew n liked that, but not having any sexual experience made feel like there was a whole world I didn’t know.
Every ti the girls from the volleyball team talked about this kind of thing, I felt a strong ache in my chest, feeling completely excluded.
And believe , they talked about it all the ti.
Maybe the rumor that athletes have a higher libido was actually true. And maybe I was just the odd one out in the group.
Either way, because of all that, I chose a very provocative dress and decided to leave the house. I should ntion, it wasn’t even noon yet when I left, but I was already ready and didn’t want to be late.
Besides, both my mom and dad had left last night without telling each other anything. And I knew that would probably end in a fight. So I preferred to just stay far away.
I wondered how much longer their marriage would last.
Once again, my chest tightened with anxiety as I thought about my future. Everything seed to be falling apart before my eyes.
So, as soon as I left the house, I regretted my dress choice. Everyone seed to stare at , and it gave chills. Plus, it was slightly chilly that day, or maybe it was just my body trembling from fear, not cold.
I paced back and forth. My heart pounded hard, and I couldn’t calm down. The wait, which felt endless, dragged on and on.
To make things worse, I got a text from my mom telling not to co ho. The worst part was that I had already lied to her, saying I’d spend the night at a friend’s place. After all, I needed an alibi in case things actually progressed with Liam.
The problem now was that I had to figure out where to spend the night. And, of course, I didn’t actually have a friend I could stay with.
I kept pacing. Thump! Thump! Thump! My heart wouldn’t stop racing. I had never felt so nervous before.
And he didn’t show up. Maybe because I arrived too early? Well, even after the agreed ti, he still wasn’t there.
But I kept waiting, my chest tightening. Maybe he had decided to find a better option. After all, I was just a boring girl.
The thought nearly brought tears to my eyes, but I forced myself not to cry in public.
Then, he sent a ssage. I sighed in relief when I found out he was just running late.
A short while later, he was there, standing in front of .
He stared at for a long ti. Or maybe just a few monts. To , it felt like an eternity. His eyes studied my face and, of course, my body.
I wondered if he liked what he saw. He didn’t say anything, and not only that, unlike the others, who kept staring at my dress and body, after a few monts, he was only looking at my face.
Maybe he simply didn’t find attractive enough? I didn’t know the answer, but for the rest of the day, he would only look in the eyes.
The date went like most of my dates. Nothing seed to go right, and my chest kept tightening. In fact, I was more nervous than in any other case.
However, it seed like he was having fun, which cald down a little. His presence was pleasant, hard to explain, but I liked it.
For a mont, my chest filled with joy when he ntioned visiting the exhibit about the history of Egypt, Suria, and the Akkadian Empire that was happening at the mall.
Everyone knows that malls have exhibits about extrely specific topics that only a history nerd like would love. Well, this is a novel, and so things have to happen.
I got extrely excited and started talking to him about it; I simply couldn’t contain my enthusiasm. For a mont, thinking about my hobbies made forget about the nervousness.
However, I quickly regretted it. What if he thought I was weird? Besides, no one likes people who talk too much, right?
I decided to stay quiet and wait to see what he said. Luckily, he still had a beautiful smile on his face, so I believed things weren’t going that badly.
In fact, that smile was so beautiful... My heart raced, but for a different reason. He really would be the perfect boyfriend if only he...
My mont of reflection, my peaceful mont, was shattered by the sudden intrusion of a group of people I knew. In particular, the leader of the group was a guy I had gone out with before. He studied with , but we hadn’t spoken in a long ti.
That said, he always enjoyed making the occasional an-spirited joke at my expense. And this was the worst possible day for to run into him. I really didn’t want Liam to see how pathetic I was.
Yet, surprisingly, he chose to defend against that group, even though they were clearly more popular than I was.
Not only that, he made them run away in fear. My heart raced, and my body grew warm; there was sothing deeply sexy about the way he could instill fear in others.
I couldn’t deny that I felt safer around him, especially knowing he could protect like that.
And I couldn’t resist the urge to get closer. I wanted to feel his warmth and wished he could feel mine. So, I wrapped my arms around his and pressed my breasts against him.
Still, he didn’t seem to want to pay attention to . Or rather, he did pay attention. He even listened to my long speeches and explanations about every object in that exhibit. But not once did his gaze drop to my cleavage or my ass. I wondered if he simply had no interest in .
However that didn’t seem to be the case. He looked at my face and eyes with genuine admiration and even complinted now and then. And, as I said, he listened to like no one ever had.
It was almost as if he was genuinely interested in , not caring at all about my body, just about who I was.
And I couldn’t help but feel he was the perfect man. At the sa ti, I tried to push that thought away. How could I fall for soone who was cheating on his girlfriend?
That said, it was impossible to suppress the desire burning inside . I wanted him to look at , to see how sexy I was...I couldn’t fall in love, but one night?
I wanted him to take . I couldn’t deny it. I’d always dread of my first ti being special, with the right person, soone I’d love for the rest of my life. But I was starting to give up on that fantasy. And I wasn’t sure I’d ever find a better man than
"It was no wonder he always attracted so many looks, so many won. He could probably have anyone he wanted, and yet here he was on a date with . Thinking about it made my heart race and made want him even more.
So, when we finally headed to the pool, I was thrilled I’d chosen such a sexy bikini. Even though I was mortified to be out in public with it, I’d do anything to make him look at . I really wanted him to see , even if just for that one day.
But as soon as I stepped out of the won’s changing room, my chest tightened again. That’s when I saw him talking to another woman.
She was unbelievably sexy, absolutely stunning, with curves I could never hope to have. She looked older than , maybe in her 30s, blending the best of both worlds: flawless, youthful skin with the maturity and voluptuousness of an older woman.
Her hair was gorgeous, her gaze steady and confident. How could I possibly compare to her? Was this a joke? Every man at that pool watched him with envy. After all, this stunning beauty, who ignored everyone else and carried herself like she was untouchable, was giving him her attention. How could I ever compete?"
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