“And you have your outfit picked out?”
“Yup.”
“And you remember how to curl your hair like Sophie taught you?”
I fight the overwhelming urge to roll my eyes. “Yes, Mom,” I tease.
“Good girl. Go have fun. And don’t forget to wrap it.”
My forehead wrinkles in confusion. “Wrap what?”
“His dick.”
Gasping, I shove Suzette in the chest playfully, which manages to push her into a fit of giggles. Meanwhile, Bonnie’s head snaps up in surprise, assessing the two weirdos who are acting like a bunch of schoolgirls.
“I’m kidding!” Suzette teases. “But se
riously. Didn’t anyone ever give you the talk? Or do I need to step up and take one for the team?”
“Please don’t—”
“‘Cause I will!”
Oh, I know you will, I think to myself. And I’d be scarred for life from it.
“I’m just fine,” I tell her, praying she’ll drop it.
“So you know all about the birds and the bees? I mean, if someone’s gotta teach you how to curl your hair—”
“I got it!” I practically shout. My face is officially beet red.
Suzette pats Bonnie on the head then turns to me and does the same thing with a mischievous smirk. “Good girl, Charlie Brown.”
“Not you too!” I groan.
She laughs. “Hey, you can’t fight destiny, my friend, and you can’t fight me, either. Now get out of here and get ready for your date! I expect a detailed report as soon as you’re done. Deal?”
A glare is all she gets in response. Unfortunately, it’s quickly followed by a soft chuckle because the girl is so freaking entertaining. “Fine. See ya.”
“Bye!”
Racing out the door, my nerves frazzled, I rush to my apartment and jump into a scalding hot shower. Once I’ve shaved all the parts of me that needed it and have washed my hair, I slip into a little black dress that Sophie insisted every girl needs while Indie and Suzette nodded their heads in agreement.
After I’m dressed, I dig deep for my inner girl and do my hair and makeup with a little help from YouTube. Feeling primped and polished, I check the time on my phone and gasp when I see it.
Day-um. Being girly takes up a shitton of time.
A soft knock echoes throughout my apartment and makes my adrenaline spike. My eyes shoot to the closed door at the same time my phone vibrates with a text. Curious, I read the message, letting the stranger at my door wait a minute.
Levi: I’m here.
Grabbing my jean jacket and red Chucks that Sophie assured me match the dress perfectly, I head to the door.
When I open it, I watch Levi’s eyes widen before they slowly eat up every inch of my body, starting at my head before landing on my bare feet.
“Umm…come on in,” I murmur before walking to my couch. I’m too nervous to see if he follows me. Quickly, I slip on a pair of white socks then my red Chucks. My hands fumble with the shoelaces, and I pray he doesn’t notice, but I still can’t find the courage to look up at him.
However, that doesn’t mean I can’t feel his gaze on me. It’s different than anything I’ve ever felt before.