My brain unhelpfully supplies, and I wish I could shut it up and stop it from feeding me such scenarios.
I clear my throat, which I seem to do a lot in her presence, and begin, “Look, we’ll start small. I’ll come pick you up at seven the day after tomorrow.”
Her eyes widen. “Oh, okay.” She nods. “What should I wear?”
“Whatever you want. You’ll look good in anything,” I say absentmindedly.
One thing’s for sure—there’s no going back now.
Eleven
Andie
Two days later, I’m posting on my secret fan account about Noah when my alarm for five goes off.
It’s not like I needed a reminder. It was just so I could fool myself into believing that being out with Noah is not the only thing I have on my mind.
Before I get out of bed, I make sure to upload the fan edits I made last night. Even before the Boston Bandits ever drafted Ezra, I’ve been a fan of Noah Miller, one of the bestgoalies in the league in decades.
Being the dedicated fan that I was, I secretly created a fan account and started posting edits of him, both on and off the ice. What I didn’t know was that my edits would garner millions of followers.
I’m astonished by the number of people who engage with my account just because they’re Noah’s fans too. I mean, who wouldn’t be? He’s a phenomenon when he’s goal-tending.
To date, no one knows who handles this account. Not even my best friend, Aurelia. And she knows everything. Well, almost everything, because she also doesn’t know about how I have made a deal with Noah.
She’d go ballistic if she found out, though. I giggle merely at the thought. Once done, I remove the blanket and get changed into an olive-colored dress that stops just above my thighs.
I love this dress, it’s light and makes me feel beautiful. Finishing my makeup, I’m finally satisfied with how I look with my hair in a half-updo. I pick up my phone to text Noah when I hear the doorbell ring.
Suddenly, nerves take hold of my body, andmy stomach feels riddled with a swarm of butterflies.
Why am I nervous now? I so boldly asked him to help me explore my body and take my virginity. So, why do I feel jittery now?
The doorbell rings again as my phone lights up with a text from him, telling me that he’s here.
Sucking in a deep breath, I calm myself and recite my mantra.
You’re beautiful. You’re enough.
Grabbing the latest addition to the collection of my tote bags, I stride out and press the button for him to come up while I slip into my heels.
He’s soon on my floor, knocking on the door. Pushing the nerves aside, I open the door for him, only for my breath to get stuck in my throat. I drink him in like it’s the first time I have laid eyes on him.
With the way he’s dressed, I might as well have. Noah’s blond hair is wavy as ever, falling on his forehead as he’s clad in a brown shirt with the top few buttons open, giving a peek into his stacked pecs. And a pair of cream pants that make him look like sex on a stick.
My eyes flare wide, shocked at my own blunt thoughts. Rebuking myself, I will myself to mysenses.
“You look beautiful,” he utters, and his eyes widen as if he didn’t mean to say that out loud.
I feel blush creeping on my hot cheeks. “Thank you. You clean up nice yourself,” I mumble, suddenly feeling shy as his eyes rake from my head to my toes.
Clearing his throat, he breaks the tension, “Let’s go.”
With a nod, I follow him and lock the door behind me.
* * *
“So, where are we going?” I ask him as I click the seat belt in place.