Pacey:Do you mean his bologna?
Eli:Lady Bologna and her mistress mustard. Yup, let’s discuss.
OC:He hasn’t told you about his girl? Interesting . . .
Silas:Posey, what the hell is he talking about?
Eli:If you’re seeing someone, I’m going to set your bologna stash on fire.
Pacey:There’s no fucking way.
Halsey:Who is she, Posey?
Levi Posey has left the conversation.
Silas:The motherfucker.
I standin the entryway of the apartment, rubbing my hands together in a nervous tic while I wait for Blakely to emerge from her bedroom.
I planned the whole evening out, wanting to make sure I gave us time to talk and enjoy each other rather than take her to a movie or show, which limits our ability to converse. I told her it was a casual evening, so nothing too fancy and to wear shoes she was comfortable walking in.
I opted for a pair of worn black jeans, a white shirt, and a denim button-up with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows. I considered wearing a hat to somewhat disguise myself, but I don’t like how I look in a baseball cap, so I styled my hair and stuck a pair of sunglasses in my shirt pocket—hoping for the best.
The door to Blakely’s bedroom opens, and she steps out into the main living room. She looks so fucking beautiful.
She chose a pair of white skinny jeans that fall just at her ankle. She paired them with matching white shoes, a tan shirt that’s tucked into the front of her jeans, and a black faux-leather jacket. Her hair is curled into waves and half up, half down so there aren’t any strands in her face. Her lips are painted in a neutral color, and her captivating eyes are more pronounced from the makeup she applied.
When she looks up and sees me waiting, her eyes briefly scan over me before she smiles and walks up to me, placing her hand on my chest. I wrap my arm around her lower back and pull her in tight as she presses a kiss to my lips.
Fuck, she smells amazing.
She smiles against my mouth, then pulls away just enough to look me in the eyes. “I’m nervous.”
I take her hand in mine. “No need to be nervous. We’re going to have fun.” I step away and force her to spin around. When she faces me again, I say, “You look beautiful, Blakely.”
“I’m pretty sure I’ve worn better.”
“Yeah, well, I like casual. You look really good.”
Her cheeks blush as she curls into my chest. “You look really good too.”
“Thanks.” I move toward the door. “You ready?”
“Yeah, ready.”
We head out of the apartment, and I lock up before putting my keys in my pocket and walking her toward the elevator. “What I’m about to say is going to come off very douchey, but I have to say it.”
“Ooo, I can’t wait to hear it.”
We step onto the elevator, and I turn toward her. “I was going to wear a hat to try to disguise myself, but I don’t like wearing hats all that much, so I brought sunglasses. I’m sorry if people recognize me and take up a piece of our night.”
“Because you’re so famous,” she coos in a joking tone, which causes me to roll my eyes.
“Yeah, something like that.”
“Something like that? Uh, you’re like the crowned prince of Vancouver. People fall at your feet, and frankly, I’m here for the show. I’m excited to witness Halsey in public.”
“We’ve been in public together before.”
