Maybe if she hadn’t been so tired having to stay behind after work because of fucking McAvoy, we would have stayed up chatting to the early hours of the morning…
I clench my teeth, feeling my jaw tick, when I think about the smarmy prick.
How dare he.
It boils my piss, knowing he gets away with murder because of who his family is and he knows it too. God—
“It’s open!” I hear her call from inside her apartment.
Finding the door unlocked, I tread inside, finding Calla atthe kitchen island pouring an amber coloured liquid into two shot glasses.
“You found me!” She grins, moving to the refrigerator and bending to grab something from inside. “How’s your week been without me?”
I can’t answer, my tongue too busy sticking to the roof of my mouth because holy shit.
A strapless ruby red floor length dress clings to Calla’s figure.
Paired with her artfully curled blonde hair, a mouthwatering red glossy lip I have the sudden urge to reach over and smear with my thumb and a small pair of gold hoops in her ears; she looks fucking good enough to eat.
I don’t know what I did to deserve this but I’m the luckiest fucker alive getting to be her date.
“Calla… you look fucking incredible.”
A pretty pink blush creeps into her cheeks. “Thank you, Blake. You look very handsome yourself.”
Stepping closer, I inhale the sultry scent of Calla’s perfume.
“I actually have something for you.”
“For me?”
Nodding, I reach inside my suit jacket, pulling out the rectangular black velvet box I purchased two days ago.
Calla’s eyes widen, her lips parting in wonder.
“Blake…”
“Open it.”
She takes the box from me, our fingertips grazing one another, and slowly opens her gift.
Inside, upon on the cream satin lining, lays a silver charm bracelet. Most of its links are empty, ready for charm to be added, all except for a single link which contains the charm I picked out myself.
It’s a simple red heart, nothing too fancy, but as soon as I saw it in the jewellery counter in the department store, I knew I had to get it for Calla.
“Do you like it?”
Calla beams up at me, her eyes slightly glassy. “I love it. Thank you so much, Blake. Will you help me put it on? I wanna wear it tonight.”
I hold my breath as I take the charm bracelet from the box, clasping it around her delicate wrist.
I stare down at it for a second, her hand still encased in mine, before I move to cup her jaw, unable to help myself, and gently, ever so gently, place my lips on hers. She melts beneath me, relaxing into my other hand banding around her waist, parting her lips to allow me to tangle my tongue with hers. My heart is ramming up against my ribcage when I pull back, stealing a mouthful of fresh oxygen and peering at the mess I’ve made of Calla’s makeup.
“You’ve got lipstick all over you,” she giggles sweetly, dabbing at my lips with her fingertips.
“I don’t mind. I rather like the idea of being all marked up by you.”
Calla’s cheeks flush even deeper, until they match the colour of her dress.
