𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

10 | Regretting Your Decision

The shampoo stings my grazed knuckles as I rinse my hair, conscious of the time until Y/N met me at my house. I could easily blame this on boxing, maybe she'd find it kind of hot imagining me hitting a punching bag. Who knows, maybe she would find it hotter imagining me beating the daylight out of a mans jaw. Although I might not tell her about that part.

I rummaged through my bathroom cabinet realising that I didn't have a hair dryer - usually in desperate times like this I would have used Mums but alas, it's that one dumb thing I forgot to buy here.

Running down the corridor to my bedroom, I rubbed the towel against my head to try and dry it, holding my dick in the other hand as I rushed. I slipped on a pair of underwear; Calvin Kleins of course and looked through my wardrobe, still trying to madly dry my hair enough that I could put gel through it and look half put together.

I checked my phone, ten minutes. Fuck, she better not be early. I pulled on a pair of black pants and a crisp white t-shirt, tight in all the right spots to accentuate my arms. Nice pick Tom. In the bathroom I picked up a second towel to try and dry my hair as the original one was now drenched. I groaned in the mirror, annoyed that my hair was still wet and threw the towel in the nearby bathtub, deciding that I had no time left to waste on my god damn hair.

I combed through some hair product and tousled it to achieve that 'I barely tried' look that so often worked in my favour. Call me pedantic, but styling your hair before you go out with a woman really does help. I flicked through my drawers, trying to find a pair of socks to slip on before I basically slid across the floorboards to find my shoes in the living room. Shoes on, outfit on, hair done. Cologne. Fuck.

I ran back into my room to find the small bottle of cologne on my nightstand and saw Y/N walking across the road in the reflection of my mirror. I looked out the window and sprayed it on my wrists, neck and shirt collar. I think I pulled this off.

I heard the doorbell and walked to answer it, noticing a trail of bloody foot prints leading from my door and to the bathroom. It wasn't enough to look like a whole fucking crime scene but it was noticeable enough to think 'Hey, why are there red marks on your floor?'.

I mentally hit myself for not checking earlier and ran to the kitchen, running a cloth under water and throwing it down the hallway. I used my foot to quickly try and wipe the marks, making my way back to the door and opening it. She looked directly down at the floor, not me.

"Hey! Sorry, I just spilt red wine and I had to get a cloth. I'm clumsy as fuck," I lie, still moving my foot side to side to wipe the floor.

"Already drinking without me, I guess I'll have to catch up," she joked, smiling as I leant down to pick up the damp cloth and briskly take it back to the kitchen.

I couldn't help but notice how good she looked. I hadn't ever seen her this dressed up, nor had I ever seen her in a dress but holy shit her body looked good.

"A-Am I overdressed?" She stuttered, picking up on the fact I was staring at her as she quickly looked down at her outfit.

"No! I um, I was just admiring you actually. You look really gorgeous," I smiled, stepping outside and closing the door behind me. Who knows what incriminating evidence was still left in my house, I couldn't let her inside to find out.

I felt distracted half of the date, thinking about what that guy had said about Uncle Jack. I wouldn't trust what he says with a grain of salt but why would he confront my brother and say something like that without a reason?

Tonight was really nice though, we went to an expensive restaurant, we talked for hours and we shared dessert which is kind of old school but I liked it regardless. She even ran her foot along the inside of my calf under the table whilst I was talking so I definitely know she wants me when we get home.

I think I played it well until the very end when we were driving home and I barely spoke. I started thinking about why that guy would've lied about Uncle Jack. All night I was charming and witty and funny and charismatic and I doubt Y/N even picked up on my change in behaviour in the car. But then again, she studied psychology so maybe she did.

"Are you okay? Did I uh, do something wrong tonight?" Y/N asked me, getting out of my car as I pulled up out the front of my house.

"Huh? Sorry no, you've been amazing I just- Ugh, I'm having some family issues going on at the moment and it's just playing over and over in my head. Let me walk you home," I said, looking down at my hand when she interlocked her fingers with mine.

I didn't ruin the date.
Thank god.

We got to her front door and I smiled, thanking her for showing me that the suburbs could actually be fun and that I really enjoyed the night. We were still holding hands which I never really do with girls but hers were warm and fit nicely in mine. She bit at her bottom lip nervously before I pulled her up against me and kissed her, delicately holding under her chin with my other hand. Fuck that no kissing on the first date rule.

She suddenly pulled away, pushing her hand gently against my chest and apologising. She was blushing at this stage and I found it kind of endearing.

"I um, I don't want this to sound like I'm getting ahead of myself but I just want you to know I'm not really the type of girl to have sex on the first date. Or the second. Or the third- I mean, I have done it before but never with a guy who lives across the street from me. If you didn't live across the street I would have invited you inside by now and we would be having sex. I mean, if you even wanted to. Ugh I just ruined everything didnt it? You weren't even thinking about sex and now I look like a fucking idiot," she rambled, covering her face and groaning.

"Y/N... It's fine, we don't need to do anything you're not comfortable with okay?" I said taking both of her hands down from her face and holding them. To be honest I wouldn't have tried this hard with any other girl, I would've just moved onto the next and gotten laid elsewhere. But Y/N was nice and she was cute and we got along pretty well; especially after getting to know her more tonight. She was my best shot of any human connection over the next three months.

Although I am kind of bummed we aren't having sex any time soon. Fuck.

"Really? I mean, I normally wouldn't care so much but it's just weird because we're neighbours and I don't want us to end up checking the mail and ignoring each other for the rest of our lives," she laughed, furrowing her brows out of embarrassment.

"Y/N seriously, it's not a big deal. I'm not the type of guy to take girls out just to sleep with them," I laughed. That was a lie, I most certainly did that. But not tonight, tonight was different.

She ran her thumbs over my knuckles as we held hands, glancing down at the grazes on them and pouting.

"You need to start protecting yourself more in boxing Tom, you look like you've been in a dirty street fight," she chuckled, looking up at my face which was healing quite nicely. Still visible, but you know, better.

"I don't think I'd do very well in an actual fight. You saw how I ended up the other night and that was in a proper ring," I said modestly pointing to my face, lying of course.

"I think it would be hot, seeing you hitting another guy all sweaty and fired up. I'd be worried about you getting hurt though," she said timidly, letting go of my hands and opening her door.

"I'll see you later?" I said grinning at what she had just said, watching her lean against her half opened door, reluctant to say goodbye so soon. She nodded, smiling and biting her lip as she looked down at my hands again.

"I know I just said no sex, but uh, I'll be thinking of you before bed tonight... Goodnight Thomas," she said slyly, holding back a smile as she closed the door.

Did she just admit she was going to think about me whilst- Wait, what the fuck was that? The fucking little tease! Oh man, you cannot put a no sex rule in place and end the night with that.

Challenge accepted Y/N, you asked for no sex and that's exactly what you're going to get. Except I'm going to make you want to regret that decision real quick.