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I stop him right before he speaks, “You have two weeks, the only rule is that there’s no strings attached. Other than that, everything is on the table, do you understand?”

His eyebrows raise, and he smirks. He nods his head slowly, still not speaking as he keeps his eyes locked on me.

“I do... What made you change your mind?” He asks.

“She did,” I throw my hand back to Sienna who I know is still behind me.

“I would hug you but I’m sweaty...”

“I’ll just imagine it,” Her tone is incredibly sarcastic.

“I’ll text you?” He asks, I nod. “Are you serious right now? You’re not fucking with me?”

I shake my head.

“I’m serious… So don’t fuck it up,” I turn away toward Sienna, and close my eyes, letting out a silent breath now that he can’t see me.

I don’t want Bellamy to know how panicked I am. I don’t care if my best friend sees it though. She’s seen me freak out too many times to count.

“I won’t...”

I look over my shoulder, and he’s watching me walk away. I look him up and down, my eyes catching on his hands again, my stomach tightening at the sight. I have no idea what I’ve gotten myself into but I think I’m completely and utterly screwed.

CHAPTERSEVEN

BABY BLUE BY LUKE HEMMINGS

When wasthe last time I went on a date? I couldn’t tell you. Not a date that counts anyway. Not a cute date where things are planned, and I wear a cute outfit that I love and feel pretty in... I haven’t gotten to that part yet. The dress, and the feeling of being pretty part.

I’m sitting in my bedroom right now, butt-ass naked, contemplating if a dress is too much.

I’m not nervous.

I’m not scared.

I’ve been around Bellamy all semester, and nothing has changed between the two of us even now that dates are added. I just don’t know what he’s wearing, and I hate it more than anything when I go somewhere and I feel out of place. That’s the last thing I want. I pull up my phone, and text him, asking what he’s wearing, and right away, he responds.

Clothes.

Obviously, but what exactly are you wearing?

Are you hitting on me, or are you genuinely curious?

Bellamy, you’re already annoying me. I actually want to know.

Are you not ready yet? I’m almost at your place.

You are doing everything but answering the one question I asked you.

He’s useless.I get off the floor. Not without letting an animalistic groan out of my mouth. Then I walk through my living room, still naked. I go to the laundry room and flip through the clothes I have hanging up in there.

My mind is jumbled, and now I’m annoyed so all I do is stare, looking at my options. I reach for the baby blue dress that I haven’t worn yet, and I take it off of the hanger, stepping into the dress. I leave it unzipped toward the top which I can’t reach. The dress has pretty dark blue flowers scattered all over it. It reaches the middle of my calf and hugs me tight at the top, but underboob down it flows. I walk back through my apartment and grab a pair of strappy heels, ones that tie up all around my ankles.

There’s a knock on my door, and I run to it, looking through the peephole first before opening it up. Bellamy stands in front of me. He’s wearing a pair of light gray pants, and a black t-shirt, the t-shirt fitting him so well. The soft black material hugs his arms like it’s his best friend in the world.

His hair is the same as it always is, messy, yet managed. The ends effortlessly curled. He’s got a simple silver necklace on, and a few rings on his fingers, and now I’m staring at his hands, thinking about what Sienna said.Quarterback hands.I snap my attention away, looking into his pretty light blue eyes instead of letting my eyes linger anywhere else. Anywhere they shouldn’t.

“Can you zip up my dress?” I turn before he answers.

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