I’ve never been on a date before, and I’m scared to death. My forehead tingles from where his lips touched. Hopefully this isn’t a mistake.
***
“Are you nervous about your date?” my mom asks. It’s my nightly chat with Ava, but she ran to the grocery store with her papa real quick.
I smile at her and nod. “I am.” Chance is taking me out tomorrow night. “He said whatever we’re doing is a surprise. I’m just supposed to wear jeans.”
“What does he look like?”
I grab my phone and pull up his frat’s Facebook page. They did a charity calendar, and the picture of Chance is sexy. He’s shirtless, wearing a pair of jeans, and has a red flannel tied around his waist. “This is him.”
She looks at the picture and whistles. “Wow, they didn’t make guys like that when I was your age. He’s got that ab V women talk about.”
I shake my head as I set my phone down.
“Mommy!” Ava comes running into the room and climbs on my mom’s lap. “Hi, Mommy, I missed you.”
“Hi baby, I missed you too. Did you go to the store with Papa?”
She nods. “Yep, and he bought me canny.” Ava holds up a bag of Skittles.
“I see that, but no candy before bed, okay?”
“I’ll put it up for you until after daycare tomorrow,” Mom tells her and then grabs the bag. “I’ll leave you ladies to talk.” She looks at the camera. “I can’t wait to hear about your date.”
“Bye, Mom, love you.”
As soon as the door closes my girl and I talk until she yawns. “Go brush your teeth, and Mommy will wait here for you.”
She slides off the chair and then disappears. It only takes a minute before she comes back and climbs onto the chair. “All clean.” Ava grins, showing off her little white teeth. “I’m sleepy, Mommy.”
“Okay, go get into bed. Should I read you a story or sing you a lullaby?” I ask, and she purses her lips as she thinks it over.
“A song, Mommy.” She climbs into her bed and gets under the covers.
I take a sip of my water and sing my dad’s favorite song, “Fight the Feeling” by Stick Figure. The lyrics really hit me deep as I sing it. I’m no singer, but I love singing to my girl.
By the time I finish she’s zonked out, and as always I watch her for a while before my dad comes in and smiles. “Hi, beautiful girl. I heard you singing my song.” He looks at Ava and turns back to me. “Your mom says you have a date tomorrow.”
I nod. “Yeah. It’s not a big deal, though. He’s more of a friend.”
“Hmmm … if you say so. Just be careful. I love you.”
My dad, my hero, I love the dork. “I love you too.”
I close my laptop and flop back on my bed. Am I ready for Chance Bateman?
Chapter Seven
Chance
“Is it the girl from your game?” Mom asks as I sit on the end of my bed, dropping my shoes on the floor. I swear she has spidey senses and could feel I was getting ready to go on a date.
“Yeah, that’s her. Her name’s Laken.”
She talks to someone in the background and then giggles. “She’s perfect. I like her.”
“Mom, you met her once for about five minutes. How can you even tell?” I’m curious and anxious at what she’s going to say.
“Because after she talked to you on the sidelines and walked back to sit down, she was smiling ear to ear and her cheeks were an adorable shade of pink.” I can hear the smile in her voice.
Why does that make my heart beat a little bit faster? “Okay, I have to finish getting ready. I love you.”
“I love you too, my baby boy. Have fun, and I want to hear everything… Well, not everything.”
“Okay, I’m hanging up now. Say hi to Dad for me.” I hang up before she can embarrass me more.
I slip my black motorcycle boots on and stand. I grab my wallet, shoving it in my back pocket, and take one last look around my apartment before I go. I’m not sure if we’ll end up here or not, but I cleaned up just in case.
I didn’t have a helmet for Laken, so I ran out today and bought her one. I honestly can’t wait to have her on the back of my bike, and my dick’s getting hard just thinking about her tits pressed up against my back. I’m looking forward to her wrapping her arms around me.
Her apartment is on the other side of campus, and my excitement grows the closer I get. I pull up in front of her apartment and shut my bike off then climb off.
As I reach the outside door it opens, and Laken steps out. Her hair is in a braid that hangs over her shoulder, her skin is flawless and without makeup, and the t-shirt she wears is tight against her breasts. Her jeans are worn like mine and fit her like a glove.
“Hey. You look great,” I tell her. Fuck, she makes me feel awkward, like I don’t know how to talk to women. I love the shade of pink her cheeks turn when she blushes.
“Thanks. You look good too.” She looks behind me. “Is that your bike? I’ve never been on one before.”
“You’ll like it, I promise. Here, I bought this for you.” I grab the bag and pull out the helmet. “Do you like it?”
She smiles at it and then at me. “It’s pink.” Laken hops up and down clapping. I love that she’s excited about a silly little helmet. With a hand on the small of her back, I lead her over to the bike. I set the helmet on top of her head and buckle the strap.
I watch her slip her sunglasses on, and she smiles at me. “How do I look?” Laken asks as she puts a
