I kind of want to tell him I lovehim. Because I really, really do. I’ve fallen head over heels for this guy.
I won’t say anything, though. Not tonight. I’m not sure if he loves me back in the same kind of way. I mean, he clearly cares, and we have amazing chemistry, but the jump from just declaring ourselves boyfriend and girlfriend to being madly in love is big.
We’re still in the very early stages of this new relationship, after all.
“Whatcha thinking about?” Shane asks, breaking me from my reverie.
I’m partially truthful when I tell him, “Just thinking about us. I like that we’re a couple now.”
“I do too,” he says, looking genuinely happy. “Speaking of which, I feel like I’d like to take you out on a date.”
My brows shoot up. “A date?”
He laughs. “Yes, a date. Like a real, official one.”
I like the sound of that, but I ask, “Where would we go, though? It’s not like there’s a ton to do on this island.”
Shane grabs his fluted glass from the table between us and takes a small sip.
Setting it back down, he says, “True. But there are a few options.”
“Like what?’ I ask.
“Well, for one,” he begins, “there’s a little movie theater in town. We can always hit that up. I was also thinking of taking you out to a nice dinner. I did some research, and there’s a small but very good restaurant in town. They specialize in fresh seafood.”
Excited, I reply, “Oooh, that sounds wonderful.”
Shane smiles at me. “Then it’s a date. Want to go tomorrow evening?”
“Absolutely.”
I love that I’m going out on an official date with my new boyfriend, Shane Thoma.
Yeah, some days, life is just so good you can’t even believe it.
This is one of those days.
Tonight I’m going out on a date with my girlfriend.
“I like how that sounds,” I say to my reflection in the mirror above the dresser as I adjust my purple tie.
I’m not wearing a suit, as that’s a little too dressy for where we’re going. But I have opted for a nice pair of black dress pants, shiny shoes, and a crisp white button-down shirt. Oh, and the tie, of course.
I can’t wait to see what Willa is wearing.
We wanted this to be like a real date, so, since we live together, the best we could think of is to get ready separately, and then I’ll “pick her up” at her bedroom door.
It’s almost seven, so it’s about time to go get her.
After I grab the car key fob from the dresser, I head down the hall to Willa’s bedroom.
Her door is closed, so I knock lightly.
She swings it open, and wow!
My girlfriend is stunning. Her strawberry blonde hair is tumbling over her bare shoulders in soft curls, and her minimal makeup is on point. She’s wearing a shimmery lavender sleeveless dress, and it’s clear she doesn’t have on a bra. She’s also in strappy heels that match my tie perfectly.
Hell, we didn’t even plan this.
