10. Chapter 10 Margot
Chapter ten
I’m waiting by the window, watching as Edward pulls up in his brand-new candy-red drop top to pick me up for my first date.
We’re just going to a movie, but I’m an anxious wreck.
As if getting asked out by a senior wasn’t a big enough deal, he’s the star quarterback for the high school’s football team.
I’m living every girl’s dream right now.
Mom comes up beside me, and as if she can read my thoughts, she gives me the extra reassurance I need to get through this night. “Remember, sweetie, he’s the lucky one. You go out there and make sure he knows it too.”
“Thanks, Mom,” I say as I wait for Edward to make his way to the door. “And thank you for making sure Dad would be gone when he got here. Can you imagine?”
We’re both laughing hysterically when the doorbell chimes. “Have fun! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Mom says with a wink as she walks away.
Thankfully, my confidence decides to join me again as I greet my date and follow him to the car.
There’s a reason the arguably most popular guy in school asked me out.
Over the past couple of years, I’ve gone from a string bean to a curvy queen, or at least that’s what Mom calls me.
My entire family has been feeding my ego since I was born, but Mom has really gone out of her way since I hit puberty to make sure I know my worth.
Our ride to the theater isn’t a long one, and the conversation is entertaining enough. I mean, he’s no Einstein, but he’s pretty enough to make up for it.
My eyes go wide as Edward gets us two tickets to the only horror movie currently playing. Ugh, I hate scary movies.
He must notice my hesitation as he’s handed the tickets because he leans down and whispers, “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll protect you.”
Oof. Entire. Body. On. Fire.
I’m not sure why I was worried about this movie because it’s been the perfect excuse for me to cuddle up to this hottie beside me. My body is reacting in ways I’ve only read about in magazines. I’m pretty sure this is what it feels like to be horny. I’m totally sure I want Edward to kiss me.
We’re the only people sitting in the back row of the mostly empty theater, so without anyone’s eyes on us, surely he’ll make a move soon.
I take advantage of all the theater classes I took as a child and grossly exaggerate my fear at the next jump scare.
“You okay?” he asks, looking down at where I’m nuzzled into his chest.
I look up at him with the biggest puppy dog eyes I can muster and nibble on my bottom lip. “It’s just so scary. Can you distract me until the monster is gone?”
The smirk on his face is sinful as he realizes my invitation. “Anything you want, baby.”
The kiss seems like it's taking place in slow motion as he lowers his face to mine until our lips meet. Omg, it’s happening. He’s leaning down to kiss me.
I use every tip and trick I’ve ever read and pour it into this kiss. I let our lips melt together for a moment before opening my mouth slightly to allow his tongue. Okay, this is what it’s like to be horny.
I feel something in my core as he deepens the kiss. The hand that was cupping my face slowly makes its way down my body as our tongues dance.
Without warning, the image of Edward fades into a different man. Edward’s brown eyes turn to deep blue, and his black hair lightens to dirty blond.
I pull out of the kiss and half expect to see Jack sitting beside me, but the illusion is gone. “Mmm, baby, you’re an excellent kisser.”
Baby. Not Princess. Baby.
The memory of Jack telling me you aren’t allowed to kiss until you’re eighteen flashes across my mind, and I have to force myself not to laugh out loud.
What a silly little girl I used to be. All the things I used to say to him and about him.
All the questions he somehow managed to answer without laughing in my face.
I wonder if he knew I had such a crush on him.
He’s never given any indication that he would think so, but God, that’s so embarrassing.
Not that I see him much anymore anyway. Over the past few years, he and Ledger have only ever really come home for holidays.
Sigh. I miss those guys. One in particular.
I give my best shy smile, but don’t acknowledge the kiss comment. “Thanks for distracting me.”
“Anytime, you just let me know if you need some help with that again.”
“I will,” I say, snuggling back into him.
I don’t.
I’ll be spending the rest of the night thinking about what Jack’s kiss would be like. Where his hands would go. What he would do to distract me.