I feel so nervous when I grab my things and go to the other bedroom and get ready. I’m fastening the button on my right wrist when she comes in the room, and I stop what I’m doing. She’s wearing the white lace dress, and it’s long sleeves. Her hair is tied up on top of her head in a ponytail. The dress goes until her mid-thigh and then flares out just a touch with a ruffle. “Can you zip me?” she asks, and I look at the rest of the dress. It goes high to her neck, the lace playing peekaboo with her skin. She turns, and I see that she isn’t wearing a bra, her skin a soft tan. I lean forward and kiss the back of her neck and slowly zip her up and then put my hands on her hips. She turns around in my arms. “You look so hot.”

She smirks, and I look at her, seeing that the dress goes tight at her waist a bit, showing off her hips.

“You’re stunning,” I say and lean to kiss her again.

“I’ll be ready as soon as I put my heels on.” She smiles. “You might have to hold me up.” Laughing, she walks out of the room.

“Forever,” I say quietly to the empty room. I adjust my hard-on now and run my hands through my hair. Going into my bedroom to get my belt, I find her sitting on the bed, leaning forward to tie the strap around her ankle. I grab my brown belt and shoes, putting on the matching blue jacket and pulling out the cuffs.

“I’m ready,” she says, and I turn to see that the heels are white. A strap around her toes and another around her ankle. Her legs look longer than ever. “So where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” I say, and I’m suddenly afraid she is going to hate this surprise. I grab her hand, and we walk out of the apartment with her holding my one hand with both of hers. When we get into the garage, I walk over to the red sports car. She stops walking. “What’s the matter?”

“Can we not take the flashy car?”

“What, why?” I look from her to the car.

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” she says, “but this is a big deal to me. I’ve never gone on a date, and my first date is with Justin Stone.”

I try not to laugh. “And I know people are going to look at us tonight, which I’m still not okay with, but it is what it is.” She looks down. “Just, can we not draw more attention to ourselves?”

“We can take the BMW,” I say, walking over to the car and opening the door for her. She turns around before getting in.