My father watched him, as did I.
He wore a black suit that showed off his brawn to perfection, a crisp white shirt and skinny black tie completed his outfit. His long hair had been cut back to its previous length and slicked back, drawing attention to his chiselled jawline, which was now devoid of any hairs.
He lifted my hand to his and kissed it softly, while his eyes remained on mine.
My parents stood watching us, then my mom came over to kiss me on both cheeks. She whispered, “Be safe, and if you aren’t coming home, text me.”
I looked at her in surprise and she winked, sliding an arm around my dad’s waist.
“Have a good night honey and Cal, look after her.” My father raised his eyebrows at him as he said this, and Cal nodded his head.
“Absolutely Mr. Red, you have my word.”
My father crossed his arms and watched us leave, his chest puffed out with pride. We left into the chilly evening air as the door closed behind us.
“Cal, you lookamazing, can we just go to your place?” I murmured huskily as he held my hand, gesturing in front of him.
“Or the back of this?”
I followed his gaze to a sleek black limo stretched out in front of my house. I gasped, halting as I took it in. “A limo?!”
Cal laughed, clearly pleased with my reaction.
A driver stood at the door which he held open for me, holding his hand out as I climbed in.
I’d never been in a limo before, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. I slid into a seat which curled its way from the door and around the length of the limo, a bar in front of that complete with champagne on ice.
I turned to see a huge bouquet of roses lying next to the champagne, with a note attached.
My heart thudded in my chest as Cal slid in the seat next to me, kissing my shoulders.
“You look and smell good enough to eat.”
He looked up at me then, following my gaze to the roses. He handed me the bouquet, and I reached for the note. I realized the limo was moving, and I squealed with excitement. I slid the note out and it simply read:
Mine.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
GRETCHEN
The limousine sped through the streets of Winterburg as I sipped champagne in between kissing the most amazing man I had ever met.
“Where are we going?” I uttered, glad I had gone with nude lips that evening, considering how much we were kissing.
His lips curved into the smile I adored as he gazed back at me.
How did I get this lucky?
He was gorgeous, but also addictive on another thousand levels.
He leaned back against the leather seat and ran a hand through his hair, the other entwined with mine.
“Somewhere different. You missed prom so…” He shrugged, looking down.
I rolled my eyes and savoured my champagne as the cold bubbles made their way down my throat. I can’t remember feeling this happy.
Cal watched me, an unreadable expression on his face.
