My phone buzzes.
Good luck on your date tonight! Do everything I would do!! *winking face tongue out emoji
I laugh while reading Ris's text. She's such a dirty whore, but I love her to bits. I take a selfie and sent it to her. I anticipate an even dirtier reply.
Girl, you're so getting fucked tonight. You look smoking hot!! *five eggplant emojis
I hear a door slam and rush over to the window; it's Luke. My chest starts racing, my heart starts thumping, and I pace back and forth as he walks up to the door. His hair is laid nicely on top of his head, and he is wearing a tight white t-shirt with dark blue jeans. I step away from the door and head back to the couch to turn off the TV. I am going crazy inside.
He knocks at the door, and I walk over to open it. I open the door with a smile on my face and quietly say, "hi". As he takes in the sight of me before him, Luke's face is alarming yet flattering at the same time.
"Damn. You, you look stunning," he says as he looks me over.
"Thank you!" I reply, still smiling.
We walk to his car; he drove the Dodge Charger. He is walking a few steps behind me. I turn around and look at him. He's practically drooling like a dog who just received a bone.
"What?" I say a tad embarrassed while loving the fact that I engulf him.
"Sorry, it's just that dress- it's-ugh- you're beautiful in it," he replies as if it seems I may have caught him off guard on what to say.
I am immensely proud of my choice in attire tonight. Who knew my old graduation dress would one day serve a greater purpose?
He opens my door for me, and I sit down. I watch as he walks around to the other side and gets in. He sits and stares at me, smiling. I blush while smiling at him then look away
"We should probably get going before we miss the movie," I say.
"Ugh, yea." he sighs.
"You look amazing," he says again, and we head down the driveway.
I smile then turn up the music. I am so happy that we are together right now, Luke makes me forget all that is going on in my life, and I catch a break from my current depressing reality.
WE ARRIVE AT THE DRIVE-IN, and I'm happy to see it is open and still showing summer movies. I think a drive-in film is way more romantic than watching one at a theater. You are alone in a vehicle instead of sitting next to strangers. It allows the chance for more intimate moments.
"Sweet, it's open!" Luke says in excitement.
I reach into my purse to grab some money. I hand him twenty bucks.
Grabbing my hand Luke says, "No, put that away, I got it. It's on me."
"You made me lunch, I will pay for the movie," I say sternly.
"I asked you out to the movies, so I'm paying," he replies as he looks at me and puts my money back into my purse.
He pays the guy at the toll booth, and we head over to find a spot to park.
"I forgot to ask what is playing. But the guy did give me this paper for the radio channel we need to be on," Luke says as he hands me the paper.
"It's not 80's movie night; those are on Thursdays and Saturdays it says," I blurt out.
"I love 80's movies!" Luke shouts.
What are the odds that he and I would love the same genre of movies? I'm usually the only one in the crowd.
"Me too! What's your favorite?" I ask.
"I have too many. But if I had to pick one. It would have to be Caddy Shack." He chuckles. "That movie is hilarious. Which one is your favorite?"
"Solarbabies or Spaceballs." I ramble.
"I'm a Mog! Half Man, half Dog," he laughs as he references John Candy's character in the movie, Spaceballs. "I completely forgot about Solarbabies, though. That's a good one too!"
We continue talking about our favorite 80's movies and how we should have a movie night Thursdays or Saturdays to come to the drive-in and watch them this summer. It's so odd how much he and I have in common. I never thought I would end up with someone so reserved and rugged. I always saw myself more with a nerd or jock type, but he's different.
He reminds me not to judge a book by its cover, just like my dad always did. My dad would tell me if you judge something by its appearance, you will miss out on its authentic and inner beauty. He was not wrong there. Luke is nothing like his 'bad boy' outer shell. He's sweet, caring, and honestly, he is perfect.
Chapter Seventeen
I fumble through the radio channels to the one written on the paper that Luke gave me for the movie. I can feel his stare taking over my body like a laser attack, and it makes me fumble even more and almost lose my concentration. I finally reach the right station and look over at Luke. He is leaning against the window with his arm propped up on the car door's armrest, and his hand tucked somewhat under his chin.
“What! Do I have mustard on my face again?” I giggle.
I know I don't, but I love the way he looks at me. He says nothing then moves toward me. Leaning over the center console and reaching towards my face, he touches my cheek, sending a tingle through my body and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. I look into his beautiful blue-green eyes as he slides his hand to the back of my head. I lean backward with my head as I tilt it up towards his.
He smiles at me then presses his lips against mine. This time he opens his mouth almost immediately, and his tongue enters mine. He massages my tongue with his,
