“Yup.”
“What are you going to wear?”
I shrug as I check the tutoring schedule for today, then gesture at my outfit. “Probably something like this.”
Anna chuckles as she looks at the pair of jeans and gray Hollis University T-shirt I’m wearing. “No way you’re wearing that.”
I look at her. “What’s wrong with my clothes?”
“They’re fine for going to class, but you can’t wear that to a party.”
“I’ve never been to a college party. I don’t know what to wear.” I cross my arms over my chest, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden. “Oh god, I’m going to look like a total loser.”
Anna pulls me into a side hug. “You’re not a loser, Poppy. You’re beautiful.”
I turn to her. “Will you come over and help me figure out what to wear?”
Anna’s not a big partier either, but she loves dressing up. She always has the cutest outfits and knows what looks stylish. I’m so basic and boring compared to her. I’m almost always wearing jeans and T-shirts or yoga pants and hoodies.
Anna grins. “Don’t worry. I’m going to make sure you look cute as hell.”
Chapter 10
Nick
Ipull my car up to Poppy’s apartment building and park in a spot at the side.
I hop out and walk around to the front. When I round the corner of the building and see Poppy standing at the entrance, looking down at her phone, I stop dead in my tracks.
Holy shit.
My eyes go wide as I take in the sight of her. She’s wearing a short red dress that shows off her legs.
Damn, she’s got sexy legs.
Poppy’s not tall, but in this dress, her legs look a mile long.
I rake my gaze along the swell of her hips and her ass. That tight little dress hugs every curve of her body.
I look up and take in the low-cut neckline, how it shows off her cleavage.
Goddamn, she’s gorgeous.
I mean, I’ve always thought Poppy was beautiful. I’m used to seeing her in yoga pants and jeans and shirts, and she always looks so cute and pretty.
I’ve never seen her in a dress like this, though. It’s tight and short in a bold color, and she looks like a fucking bombshell in it.
She looks up and smiles at me. “Oh, hey.”
I quickly look up at her face, hoping she didn’t catch me gawking at her tits like a perv.
I clear my throat and walk up to her. “Hey.”
Her eyes are shy as she looks at me. She tugs at the long sleeve of the sexy-as-fuck dress she’s wearing, like she’s nervous.
“You look amazing,” I say.
Her eyes brighten. “You really think so?”
