“Yeah, ok. I’m ten minutes late with your dinner and you act like you’re about to wilt away. Which, we have already established, you are not.”
I scramble into the kitchen, grab Gallifrey’s bowl, and give him his favorite food. I add a few extra cat treats sitting on top. I’m no dummy. I don’t want to die in my sleep.
Fumbling out of my clothes as I move, I head into the bathroom. Studying my reflection in the mirror, I look at what I’ve got to work with. I don’t have time for a shower, so a washcloth bath it is. I run it under the warm water with some soap and then hit all the essential parts.
I grab my makeup remover, wash my face, brush my teeth, and swish around some mouthwash. I mean, it’s not that I’m expecting his mouth to land on mine, but why take that chance?
I know it was only screwing in a few screws, but I’m proud of myself. I’m not good with manual labor, so the confidence boost it gave me has me sitting up a little straighter. Maybe that is why I pull out a pair of my black lace panties. There is no better combination than feeling confident and sexy.
Whoever designed panties for men, my balls salute you. The feel of the silk lace hugging my package in all the right places causes my dick to swell. Maybe this is a bad idea. I’m going to be half hard all night.
Heading to my closet, I open the doors with a flourish, grab a pair of my black skinny jeans, then flip through until I find an oversized blue and white speckled sweater. After a near death experience while struggling to get into my skinny jeans, I plop myself down in front of my vanity.
Tonight I’m going to be me. If my looks embarrass Finn, well, I’ll know now. I want someone better than that; I deserve someone better than that.
When Mom first got sick, I remember curling up to her in bed. We used to lie there for hours just talking about everything under the sun. God, I wish I would have recorded every word that came out of her mouth. She made me make a vow to always be honest with myself and love myself for who I am. She said it would be an everyday struggle, but in the end, it was worth it. “Your heart will never allow someone to love you if you don’t learn to love yourself,” she said to me late one night. From that moment on, I told myself I will always try to be my most authentic version of myself. Makeup and silk be damned!
With my confidence up, I grab my black eyeliner and line my eyes with my signature small wing. Next, to match my sweater, I grab my light blue eyeshadow and fill in with the smooth powder. I’m not one to wear bold lipstick. It’s just not my thing. I go bold with my eyeshadow, so there is no reason to go bold with my lips. Today’s lip-gloss is light pink. It’s my go to. I smack my lips and run my hand through my unruly hair. To anyone else, I’m wearing the same makeup, but I can see the little nuances.
There is a knock at the door.
Apparently, we are in some kind of romantic comedy, because his timing is ridiculous. I laugh to myself, blowing out a big breath and making my way.
I pull open the door and have to force down the small gasp that wants to leave my lips. He is breathtaking, like sex on a stick. His hair is still damp from the shower. He is wearing a pair of blue jeans that hang perfectly on his hips, a tight deep blue tee-shirt that constricts to the muscles of his upper body. All completed by his leather jacket.
When our gaze meets, his eyebrows are drawn up and his eyes blown wide. Oh, fuck, here we go. Wearing makeup here isn't a big deal, but when I'm out in public, it can be a different story.
“Wow, you look great,” Finn says, and I feel all the tension leave my body.Oh, thank fuck!
“Thanks, so do you.”
He leans in and gives me a peck on the cheek before whispering in my ear, “we look good in blue,” and I blush like a schoolgirl.
Gallifrey comes walking up, purring at my feet, and Finn bends down and gives him a few strong pets.
“I don’t think I ever got your name, big guy,” he says.
“Gallifrey.”
He stares up at me with a questioning look. “Galli – what?”
I let a small chuckle escape. He issonot a closet geek.
“Gallifrey. It’s the home planet of my favorite time lord, The Doctor.”
“Oh, Doctor Who. I’ve never seen it, but heard of it,” he says, standing back up.
“Well, I’m what you would call a Whovian.”
Oh my god, shut up Spencer.Geek speak is not cool. I squeeze my eyes shut and silently curse.
He lets out a quiet laugh before, “I’m a Trekkie.”
I peek through my lashes to see a big smile on his face.
“Are you ready?”
“Yep, I’m ready,” I say, while pushing an extremely determined Gallifrey back into the apartment. Yeah, buddy, I get it. I also want to climb him like a giant cat tree.
