Rebecca’s heart beat wildly as Bart’s hand pressed against hers.
She’d never worn a dress like this in her life. The hot pink and her cherry-red hair should clash, but Bart’s ‘Bellisma’ in the store convinced her she looked as pretty as she felt. The moon was in the sky now, not that time mattered. She didn’t have a curfew.
Now her skin had goosebumps. The closest she’d come to anything so fancy was borrowing something from Melissa’s closet, including her prom dress. If she'd accidentally ruined that, she could have paid to replace it.
But in this dress… she’d never be able to replace it. Ever.
The soft fabric felt comfortable against her skin.
Now they were in the limo, heading to his family’s party, and she was wearing his family’s label.
Maybe she should have looked up the name Morgan just a little bit. Melissa probably knew this brand.
Did that mean he labeled her too? She pursed her lips to ask, but then her phone rang. She reached into her pocketbook and tried to turn off the ringer and set the device to vibrate so she wouldn't be interrupted. Bart took his hand back. “Your phone?”
That was completely the wrong thing she wanted to happen. She read Melissa's name on the screen but denied the call. “It’s my friends. I’ll call them tomorrow.” Her phone shook as another text came in. She put it face-down in her lap.
Bart relaxed in his seat and shrugged. “Sounds important.”
“It’s… let me check.” She scanned Melissa’s text.Are you on a date?
If she didn’t answer, Melissa would get Destiny and probably start tracking her. Her face felt hot. For some reason she hadn’t told them about Bart yet. Melissa might have looked him up and she’d wanted to do this the old-fashioned way and not know about him. She quickly typed,Yeah. We’ll talk tomorrow, Melissa.
Her friend replied.I want photos. Is he hot?
Rebecca glanced at Bart. He was even sexier than the day she'd picked him out of her image search online. She smiled to herself.You know the guy.
I know him?Rebecca could hear Melissa’s voice even though her friend was at home.
Bart watched her from his side of the limo and her skin was melting. She needed to touch him just to see if he was real. She typed and hit send.Yeah from the picture at the restaurant.
You’re kidding?Melissa typed back.
And soon Destiny would know and the three of them would talk about it over dinner on Friday night.Tomorrow.
Rebecca turned her phone off so no one else interrupted and scooted closer to him, tapping his hand, hoping he’d hold hers again when he asked, “Is everything all right?”
His kindness brought goosebumps over her body. She hadn’t known anyone like him existed in the world--she wasn’t used to turning into mush like this. She sighed. “My friends--they wanted to know if I was on a date.”
His gaze narrowed as he stared at her lips. “And what did you say?”
She wasn’t sure how to answer. He'd picked her up and bought her gifts. They were meeting his family. She nodded and hoped the truth was the right answer. “Yeah. Was I not supposed to?”
His fingers brushed against hers and he leaned closer. “So, to you, this is our second date already?”
Her stomach knotted, and her lips tingled, wishing he’d kiss her. She glanced down at his body, imagining the muscles underneath his button-down suit shirt. “I like to think so.”
“You’re different.” He tilted his head while he stared at her.
Drat. She wanted to be sophisticated and fit into his world. She stilled and braced for his answer as she asked, “Is that bad or good?”
His hand caressed from her wrist to her elbow and her skin had sparks from every part of her he touched. “I invited you tonight so I could find out more.”
Rebecca's lips ached for that kiss. She stared at his full sexy mouth. “That’s why we’re dating.”
“And dates can be fun?” He closed the gap between them.
Her heart beat differently, like it hoped for that kiss too. She sighed. “If there is no fun, or chemistry, dating can be boring.” Her eyes fluttered closed and her arms wrapped around his strong neck and shoulders as he finally kissed her.
