“Don’t worry about it. I’ll be right down so you don’t have to park.”
From where I’m loitering, I can see the light flick out in her bedroom only for it to turn on in her living room. Remembering what we did there, my cock swells and presses against the front of my pants.
I remember what it felt like to hold her in my arms, to taste her. I remember what it felt like for her heat to surround me. I fling open the door so I can be on Amy’s side to open the door for her. It has the added benefit of letting me suck some air into my lungs.
When her apartment door opens, my tongue practically rolls out of my mouth at the sight of Amy in a short, red pleated skirt that barely covers her ass. I’m speechless.
She’s everything I ever wanted. Everything my heart needs. Mentally, I’m begging her to give me a true second chance. To let me be a part of this new life she carved out for herself. Just as my knees are about to give out, she stops dead and points at the van. “Oh, my god.”
I’m suddenly very aware of the fact that I may have gone overboard. “Hi,” I say. “Before you say anything?—”
“You…your hair?—”
I show off my newly shorn hair before I confirm, “Shaggy, at your service.”
“And the van?—”
“Borrowed.”
She walks around it slowly, hands over her mouth, then turns back to me, eyes bright. “I can’t believe you did this.”
“You’d better believe it. I wanted tonight to be amazing.”
She doubles over laughing. That sound alone makes the last two hours—hell, the last few days—of anxiety worth it. “It’s ridiculous,” she says.
“I know.”
“And perfect.”
I beam.
“I love it,” she adds.
That—that—hits me right in the chest.
She steps closer, adjusting her orange sweater, knee-high socks perfectly Velma, glasses perched just right. The only difference is her long thick black hair that hangs like a curtain down her back. I feel the stirring in my pants again and warn myself,That’s not what tonight’s about.Still, I remark, “You look…”
She spins, causing her pleated skirt to flare slightly. The move makes me want to pin her to the nearest flat surface. I ache knowing there’s a van behind us that could accommodate the way I want to reward her for looking so fucking irresistible. “Like I solve mysteries?”
“Like you solve mysteries and ruin men for sport.”
“That was Daphne, not Velma.”
“Then boys were dumb because Velma’s got it going on.”
She snorts. “Come on, Shaggy.”
We climb in. The sight of Scooby earns me a gasp before she strokes the fur of his closest paw. “You even thought of this,” she murmurs softly.
“I told you,” I reply. “I wanted tonight to be amazing.”
She reaches for my hand. “Thank you for all of this.”
I squeeze it once before letting go and starting the van. “Always.”
The party is exactly what she said it would be.
The teachers have all tried to one up each other with clever costumes. There’s a dessert station that rivals most weddings. Still, I’m stuck on something. “You failed to mention your principal’s commitment to charcuterie.”
