Page 59 of Afterglow
I have nothing to wear.
Everything I have tried on in the past ten minutes has either been too much or not enough. Plus, as someone who grew up around hockey, it is fucking freezing in the arena.
“Arghh!” I need advice. Where are Sofia and Athena when you need them? Unfortunately for me, Sundays are also Austin and Athena’s date night and Sofia is workinglate. Leaving me to my own devices, which isn’t good when you are an overthinker.
I pick my phone up, swearing as I read the time. Seven o’clock. Theo will be here any minute and I’m a fucking mess.
Breathe in, breathe out. My attempt to calm myself is futile when there is a knock at the door. Fuck. Why does he have to be so punctual? Every other guy I go on dates with doesn’t know what punctual means.
“I’m coming,” I pull the door toward me, revealing the sinful guy that is waiting for me. Theo is dressed in casual clothes—blue wash denim jeans, a grey t-shirt that highlights every muscle. I lick my lips at the sight. The best part about being with Theo: I can eye-fuck him whenever I want.
Theo spies my eye-fucking. He groans in response. God, I love that I can force that sound from him.
“Princess. Stop looking at me like that, otherwise we aren’t leaving your apartment.” Theo sounds breathless, despite his attempt to remain in control.
I know it’s the first date but I’d give anything to run my tongue over every inch of his body, especially his abs.
“Jazmine,”
The use of my name brings my attention back to him. “Theodore,”
“Why aren’t you dressed?” he asks as we walk into my living room.
I look down at my pyjama shorts and oversized t-shirt. My go to outfit for lounging around the house, specifically my bed.
“I’m having a crisis. I don’t know what to wear and Sofia or Athena aren’t here to help me,”
Theo laughs at my whining. “Princess, it’s just me. You could wear a trash bag and I'd still think you’re beautiful.”
I scoff. “Stop sweet talking me and help,”
I drag him to my messy room. Immediately, Theo picks an outfit—black skinny jeans and a long-sleeved red top. I stare at him in shock.
“If the football career doesn’t work out, you should go work for Sofia.”
Theo smiles, shaking his head. “Put it on, I’ll wait in the living room.”
Ever the gentleman he is, although I don’t have the strength to deny Theo if he watched me strip. I walk back into the living room, newly changed and ready to leave. Theo rakes his gaze down my figure.
“Maybe we should stay in,”
My core throbs, flames coursing through my blood. We need to leave, otherwise Theo and I will be staying in my bed. Preferably naked and sweaty.
“Let’s go, I don’t trust either of us to stay here a minute longer.”
***
The arena is full as Theo and I find our seats. His hand is placed on my lower back, guiding me through the crowd of people.
Theo hasn’t stopped touching me since we arrived at the game and it feels amazing. I’ve never been one for physical touch, mainly because my past boyfriend—although it was in high school—never wanted to be affectionate in public. But with Theo, it’s as if he needs to touch me.
I smile, blood rushing to my cheeks. “Is physical touch your love language or are you a clingy boyfriend?”
Then it happens. Theodore Knight blushes. Fucking blushes. His gaze finds mine and I see his reluctant smile. “Boyfriend?”
My eyes widened. We haven’t talked about labels. I hope I haven’t read this situation wrong, have I? No. I’m not going to overthink.
A shy smile forms on my lips. “Is that okay?”
