Chapter Two

Chapter 2

I take a few deep breaths before I turn the knob. I decide to just yank open the door instead of take my time with it. My hair blows back with the gust of air from opening the door. I hope I looked like a model in a photoshoot, even though I didn't intend to. I take in his dark washed skinny jeans and his tight maroon sweater. He's wearing a pair of high top converse sneakers; I have almost the exact same pair in my closet. His right hand is decorated with a few gold rings, and I'm left wondering if they have any significant meaning. I move my glance up to his face, he looks in as much awe as I'm sure I do.

        I manage to breathe out a soft hello. He responds, "Well hello to you too," in his low seductive voice I couldn't stop thinking about. I blush. He breaths out heavily and slides his hands in his pockets while shifting his weight onto the balls of his feet. "Wow. You are literally taking my breath away. You look absolutely stunning," he gushes with his twinkling eyes. I look down at my feet, not knowing how to respond to such a wonderful compliment. I decide to return his compliment with one of my own. "You look stunning too." I blush once again. He lets out a deep hearty laugh. "I don't think a girl has every told me I look stunning before," he manages to say between his chuckles. I let out a laugh myself. He reaches out his hand and I nervously slip my hand into his, trying to ignore the fact that my hand is extremely sweaty.

"Shall we go?"

"And where do we happen to be going?"

"Oh, that's a surprise."

I manage to give him a smile, even though I hate surprises. How am I supposed to prepare myself for a surprise?

       We slowly walk down the sidewalk until I see his car. It's an old 1972 Ford Mustang. Its red paint sparkles under the light of the street lamp. My jaw drops in astonishment. He glances my way and asks shyly,

"Do you like the car?"

"Like it!?" I exclaim.

"I love it! It's like a work of art! I mean look at the craftsmanship that was put into this!"

I take a few more steps towards the car. I warily reach out my hand and gently place it on the car. I run my hand along the side. It feels just as amazing as it looks. Aiden starts chuckling. I snap out of my daydream and face him. "I'm sorry, is it okay that I touched your car?" I ask sheepishly. He starts cracking up again. I stand with my arms crossed. "Will you PLEASE stop laughing at me!" I plead. He walks to where I'm standing and grabs my hands in his. "I'm sorry for laughing. I truly am," he says with his puppy dog eyes. "But there's something I should probably tell you," he adds.

My stomach sinks. What could he possibly need to tell me? My mind begins to jump to the worst possible conclusions. He tightens his grip on my hands and looks me in the eyes. "That's not my car." he says with the most serious look on his face.

"What? What do you mean that's not our car?" I fret.

"I mean this is not my car. That is." He then points to a black Honda Accord across the street. I'm mortified. It only took me a minute to completely embarrass myself.

My jaw starts trembling, signaling that I'm going to start crying. Tears start building up in my eyes. "Hey. Daisy, what's wrong?" he pleads. I gaze down at my feet as a tear runs down my cheek. "I just feel really stupid...and humiliated," I whisper. He lets go of my hands and caresses my face. He gently wipes the tears that are streaming down my face. He moves his hand to my chin and softly tilts my head so I'm forced to make eye contact. "You have no reason to feel stupid or humiliated," he reassures. "Hell, with the reaction you gave I WISH that was my car!" he exclaims. I give him a soft smile. "Now I feel embarrassed for having to drive you to Putt-Putt Palace in my standard, boring car," he proclaims while exhaling. My eyes light up and my lips turn into a smile.

"So we're going mini golfing?" I claim. He places his palms over his face. "S**t. I ruined the surprise!" he mumbles through his fingers. I couldn't hold in my laughter any longer. And there we are, standing on the sidewalk, in front of a stranger's car, laughing our asses off.      We eventually make it to HIS car once we each catch our breath. To my surprise, he opens the car door for me. I didn't think guys did that anymore! Not that I would know...that's just what I heard. Well not really heard, I read it in a magazine.

       While we're in his car I finally realize something. He notices the terrified look on my face. He places his right hand, the one with the rings, on my thigh. "What's gotten into that pretty little head of yours now?" he asks while gently moving his thumb back and forth against my skin. "I think I'm a little over dressed for mini golfing," I blurt out. He giggles. He squeezes my thigh. "Well there's no way I'm going to let you change out of that dress," he admits. I shoot him a dirty look. "Well I guess I don't have a choice then! I'm going to have to golf in this tight, short dress!" I try to sound as seductive as I possibly could.

I must be better at sounding seductive than I thought. He closes his eyes and leans back in his seat, his hand still on my thigh. I notice he shifted his hand a little higher than it was before. I become amused.

       He exhales. "We better leave soon or you won't be wearing that dress for much longer," he says with his eyes still closed. My mouth gapes open. Is he insinuating that he's going to take my clothes off? He opens his eyes and meets my stare. I could see the burning passion behind his eyes, unaware of my own yearning. To my disappointment, he slides his hand off my thigh. He places it on the gear shift and puts the car in drive.

        He turns on some tunes and sings softly. I'm enchanted by his voice. I can't stop shooting glances at him. Watching his face shift in emotion depending on the song that plays is fantasizing. He notices my infatuation and returns his hand on my thigh. We both smile.

       Soon enough we pull into the ever so enchanting Putt-Putt Palace. He pays for a couple rounds of golf and we begin to pick out our golf balls and clubs. Aiden ended up choosing a blue golf ball and I chose a purple one. He suggests the medium size club for me and takes a large club for himself. 

       Having butterflies flutter around in my stomach is an understatement. What I feel is more like a stampede of elephants. I'm hoping that once we start playing my nerves will vanish.

       We walk up to the first hole. It seems pretty simple. It's just a straight shot into the hole. Aiden clears his throat. "Ladies first," he gestures.

"Why thank you," I beam while primping my hair.

I carefully squat as low to the ground as I can go without exposing myself in my short dress. I place my purple golf ball on the turf and slowly rise up. I steal a glance at Aiden and he's leaning forward on his golf club. His eyebrows are raised and he looks impressed that I managed to maneuver so well in my dress. I smirk and toss my hair over my shoulder.

 I line up my shot as best as I can. I mean it's just mini golf, how hard can it be? I pull the golf club back and nudge it against the ball. I think I underestimated the amount of strength I had to put into the swing. The ball only went about two feet. I turn towards Aiden with an embarrassed look on my face. "Oops," I shrug. He smiles and cracks his knuckles. He announces, "Let me show you how it's done." I place my hands on my hips and raise my eyebrow. He gestures that I should give him some space to let him "show me how it's done." He drops his ball on the turf and stops it with his foot. He takes one look at the hole, aligns his shot, and takes a swing. PLINK. Hole in one.

        He swings up the club and rests it over his shoulder. "Pretty impressive, huh?" he boasts. I roll my eyes and pretend that I'm not the slightest impressed. "Step aside, Aiden. It's my turn to show off now." I challenge. He does as he's told and lets me pass. I walk to where my ball is and align my shot again. I was about to swing when Aiden pipes, "Are you sure about that?" I swivel towards him. I throw my hands up in defense, "Sure about what!?" I accidentally let go of my golf club while talking and it clatters to the ground. "Oops," I giggle. He confesses, "You're so cute, you know that?" My face turns a light shade of red. He kneels down and picks up my club. He holds it out for me, still on his knees. "Here you are, my majesty," he declares. He rises the club above his head. I chuckle and snatch the club out of his hands. I joke, "You're so ridiculous, you know that?" He flashes that beautiful smile of his.

 

"You think I'm cute too, right?"

"Yes, Aiden! I think you're cute!" And there's that smile again. I don't think I'll ever get tired of seeing him smile.

"Could we maybe get back to the game, now?" I suggest.

"Yes of course, but you definitely need some assistance."

"With what?" I say defensively.

"Your aim. How do I put it...it's terrible?”

"Oh is that so?"

"Yes that is so. But don't worry, you have an amazing golfer in your midst." I let out a sweet sounding giggle.

"Well let's see how great of a golfer you claim to be."

"It would be my pleasure." His eyes twinkle playfully.

 

He stands next to me and places his hands on my shoulders. He spins me around until I'm aligned with my ball once again. He slides his hands from my shoulders down my arms. He stops when his hands land on mine. He adjusts my grip on the golf club and then moves to my stance. He claims my feet are too close together, so he slides his leg in between mine and widens my stance. I turn my head so I'm facing him, his face staring right back into mine. "Are you sure you know what you are doing?" I mock. "I'll let you answer that for yourself," he says playfully. I turn my head back around and look down at the ball. He moves my placement of the club until it's in the "right" position. With his body against mine and our hands intertwined, we swing the club together. It kisses the ball with just the right amount of pressure. We both watch the ball trail down the turf, until...PLINK. I turn and face him. I shriek, "It actually went in! I thought you were full of s**t!" I playfully punch his shoulder. Our eyes meet and silence falls around us.

       We're lost in each other's eyes. How is it possibly that I've only just met this guy? I feel like I've known him forever. I never thought I'd actually be saying that, I've never been the kind of person to believe in clichés. But it's true, I feel it.

        He lifts his hand to my cheek. He softly glides his thumb over my lips, my body quivering from his touch. He leans in closer until our lips are only centimeters apart. I can feel his hot breath on my mouth. In a matter of seconds, we connect lips. He puckers his lips delicately against my own. After a few more soft butterfly kisses, the kiss grows deeper. The passion is undeniable. He runs his hand (the one with the rings) through my hair, only to get it stuck halfway through. We pull our lips apart and break out in laughter. With his hand still stuck in my hair, we press our foreheads together, gazing into each other's eyes, breathing heavily.

"I honestly might need your help getting my hand unstuck." He whispers in his low sexy voice. I lean my head back in laughter, only to be stopped by the pain of my hair getting yanked.

       He places his other hand on my head and nudges me to lean into his shoulder. He caresses my head with his free hand and confesses, "Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."

I mutter into his shoulder, "Aiden it's fine. I'm fine. I'm more than fine." I tilt my head up slowly, to prevent my hair from pulling again. "But you really should get your hand unstuck," I giggle. He exhales, "Right."

We decide that the best idea would be for him to slide his rings off and then he can try untangling the rings from my hair after he frees his hand. Surprisingly, the plan worked great. It only took a small amount of effort to get the rings out. He puts the rings back on his fingers and places his hands on my waist. I wrap my arms around his neck and he plants a sweet kiss on my yearning lips.

We finish the round of mini golf with an abundance of giggles and flirtatious looks. As we’re returning our golf balls, I thank Aiden for inviting me out tonight. He then responds, “Oh, tonight isn’t over yet.”

“Oh? What else do you have up your sleeve?”

“Something I think you’ll enjoy.”

He takes my hand and leads me back to his car. I pound him with questions. I need to know where we’re going. Is he taking me back to his place? I don’t think I’m ready for that. I KNOW I’m not ready for that. I mean this is our first date…I’m surprised we even kissed! But the passion…it’s undeniable. He shoots down question after question. I eventually blurt out, “Aiden, are we going to your place?”

He takes his eyes off the road for a split second to look at me. He seductively raises an eyebrow. “No, but do you want to?” he flirts.

I break our eye contact, knowing that if I look any longer I may do something reckless. “Let’s just keep going to wherever you’re taking me,” I say while staring straight ahead. “Yes, ma’am!” I notice how tense my shoulders are. I release the tension and I try to relax. I place my hands on my lap and fidget with my thumbs. I think he noticed how uncomfortable I got when mentioning his place…He must know how inexperienced I am now…Why didn’t I just keep my mouth shut? I could’ve just gone along with it…even if I’m not ready. Who knows how long it will actually take me to even BE ready. There’s no way he’d wait that long.

 His hand in mine shatters my thoughts. I was right, he did notice how uncomfortable I got. But I was wrong. At least I think I’m wrong. His touch, his smile, his eyes…they’re all telling me a different story. They’re telling me he will wait as long as it takes.