Page 49 of Love Me Like It's Real
If this was a real date, Hayworth wouldn’t stand a chance but since it’s not and sex is off the table I guess I’ll have to be the only one to enjoy this hot bod.
Arya scurries away and returns with a pair of pink trainers to complete the look and then we get on to my makeup, which Arya loves to help me with.
I was never into it, especially when I was female-presenting because it made my dysphoria worse and I always felt like a clown in it, but since my transition and with my girls’ help I’ve found a love for it I never thought possible. It helps that it makes me look smoking hot, even if I say so myself.
By quarter to seven we’re all done and Hayworth is right on time for our first fake outing.
Like the gentleman I’ve asked him to be, he waits for me at the door, dressed in a pair of navy-blue chinos and a white button-up and he holds a rose in his hands, looking like my dream man.
“Hey, you look—” I start when he leans over and kisses me on the cheek, taking me by surprise.
His smell wraps around me like a tornado of smoked cedar and masculinity and I have to hold my breath as his lips touch my cheek before I let out any incriminating noise that will embarrass me before this date is even underway.
The girls shriek in the room next door and I smirk, accepting the rose.
“You look stunning,” he says.
“Likewise,” I tell him. “Nice touch with the kiss, by the way,” I whisper.
“I can do better.” He raises an eyebrow and I have to hold my breath for a second again.
“Oh I’m sure. But slow your roll there, mister,” I say and push his chest gently which sends the girls into another shrieking contest.
“Oh don’t worry. I know what I’m doing,” he replies, all smolder and promise, making me weak at the knees.
God! What is it about this guy? It’s not like he’s the first attractive guy I’ve seen in my life. I shouldn’t be this…thirsty for him.
“Ready to go?”
“Actually, I’m just waiting for—” I start when Cheyenne pulls up on my driveway and Hayworth turns to look at her.
“Cheyenne!” he exclaims.
“Uncle Hayworth!” She rushes into his arms and I watch them exchange niceties before they turn to me.
“You two are related?”
“I know, we don’t look it.” Hayworth chuckles and Cheyenne elbows his ribs.
“That’s not what I meant. I just didn’t realize you two know each other.”
“Hayworth here is my uncle’s best friend,” she says.
I nod and let her know the girls have already had dinner before she walks inside.
How peculiar. I would have expected her to say something when I came back from our date on Saturday. Maybe she was too sleepy to elaborate, but you’d think she’d tell me the next day over breakfast.
Oh well, maybe I’m overthinking it.
“Now I’m ready.” I clear my throat and Hayworth leads me to his car and this time he opens the door for me.
I roll my eyes with a chuckle but I don’t miss how enthused the girls are at the gesture, still glued to the window.
“Come on. I think we’ve given them enough of a show. Let’s get out of here,” I say and Hayworth shuts the door and we get going. “So…where are we going?”
“Well, you wanted to make a show out of it, so that’s what we’ll do.”
Uh-oh.
