It wasn't long before Morgan came sashaying through the door that connected our rooms. Just as I suspected she was wearing a white fitted dress, with sky high heels. Her hair was down, and wavy, and her lips were a bright shade of crimson. When she took in my appearance, she rolled her eyes.
“I thought you were changing?” She asked.
“I'm comfortable.” I said, grabbing my purse and adjusting the strap as I put it on.
“Fine. Let's just go, I'm starving.”
AFTER SPENDING THE entire afternoon with Morgan, and letting her drag me into a thousand boutiques the only thing that I wanted to do was take a nice hot shower, and climb into my bed with the remote. It was nearly seven, and my feet were killing me. I kicked off my shoes, and sat down on the bed to pull my socks off. I wiggled my toes, as the cool air in the room washed over them.
I had just laid back on my bed, when the sound of my phone vibrating in my purse had me sitting up again. I found it easily enough, and when I seen Owen's name on the screen I smiled.
“Hello?” I answered.
“When should I come pick you up?”
I groaned, before letting myself fall back onto the bed again. I had honestly forgotten all about our 'date' tonight. My mind was busy trying to keep up with Morgan's shopping spree, and all the stories she was telling me about her latest sexy stranger encounter. Believe it or not, she met another one at a vintage clothing store, and they were going out tonight.
“You don't sound very excited.” He teased.
“I'm sorry.” I sighed. “It's just been a really long day, and I was looking forward to climbing into my bed with Netflix.”
“Why don't I bring dinner to you then? I don't mind watching a movie or two.”
Owen? In my bedroom? In my bed? All that I could think about every time that I was with him was what his lips would taste like. How in the hell was I going to survive a casual movie night?
“Unicorn?” He asked. “We can always try again-”
“No!” I stopped him without thinking. “I mean, no. That sounds great, actually.”
“Alright.” He said. “Does an hour sound alright?”
“It's perfect.”
After hitting the end button, I jumped up from the bed and pulled my tee shirt up, and over my head. I tossed it into the pile of dirty clothes I'd started in the corner of the room, and soon the rest of my outfit wound up there as well. I made a mad dash for the shower, and managed to shave what needed to be shaved in record time.
I put an air dry cream into my frizz prone hair, and then found my favorite pair of black cotton shorts. This was more of a Netflix and chill kind of night. Minus the chill. Or maybe with a little chill? I honestly had no idea what to expect. I just knew that I didn't want to appear to be trying too hard. I paired my shorts with an old Nirvana tee, and shook the waves in my hair loose hoping that it would dry that way.
I made sure that all of my dirty clothes were tucked away, and I tidied up the room as well. I even made the bed, which didn't make much sense considering we'd be laying on it soon. I folded the blanket I'd brought from home, and draped it over the end of the bed before using the adjoining door to see if Morgan had left yet.
“Morgan?” I called out. “You here?”
When she didn't respond, I instantly felt relieved. I loved her, but I was glad that she'd already left for her date. She would read way too much into Owen being here tonight. That, and she seemed to be a bit suspicious of him. I could see her reasoning, but then I started to think that maybe there was a reason that we met in the record store that day. I had never met someone who I had just clicked with so fast before. He was easy to talk to, even about the difficult things. So maybe I should stop questioning why he was interested, and just go with the flow for once in my life.
After locking the door between our rooms, I took one last look around my own. It looked clean enough, but I was still nervous. I fluffed the pillows, and placed my laptop on the dresser below the TV so that I could hook the HDMI cord up. After fiddling with the television menu for a few minutes I was able to figure it out.
I pulled Netflix up on my laptop so that it was mirrored onto the television, and then I sat on the end of the bed. I scrolled through the list of comedies, and then the romance genre, before getting sucked into the horror section. I was a sucker for a good scary movie, and after reading what felt like dozens of movie descriptions a soft knock on my door made me jump.
I took a deep breath, before slowly making my way towards the door to answer it.
“Who is it?” I called out.
“We're you expecting more than one date?” Owen answered from the other side.
I rolled my eyes, before pulling the door open and ushering him inside.
“You look comfortable.” He said with a grin as he placed a takeout bag on the table, before sitting down on the end of my bed.
Seeing him sitting there, in his black fitted tee shirt and ripped jeans suddenly had my mouth watering. I couldn't help but get tongue tied whenever I was around him, and as I made my way towards him I tried to shake my nerves away.
“Don't make fun of me.” I teased. “I told you I was ready for a night in.”
“Who's teasing?
