My Only Sunshine

Chapter 9

When I opened the door, thankfully Damien wasn't in the room, so I quickly tiptoed to my closet and picked out something I could wear.

What do I actually wear? This was a date, but I was also meeting everyone that knew Damien all in one day, do I go with shorts, a skirt or a dress? At times like this I wish I had a girl friend to help me out.

I picked up a short flowery pink skirt I didn't know I had and a midway tank top that I thought would good, then I went into my draws and found a bra and a clean pair of panties ad started putting them on.

"Damien?" I called out his name, quickly slipping my pants on.

I heard him in the kitchen then I saw him as he came around the corner, just as I put my bra on, I was standing there with just those on when he laid his eyes on me.

"What's wrong?" He asked as I hid behind the door, feeling shy when he's fully dressed, and I'm barely dressed.

"Oh, I just thought you left..." I mumbled. "I'm going to get ready, I'll be out in a second."

"I thought you wanted my help." He said, amusement in his tone, making me roll my eyes but blush.

"You're funny." I chuckled at him before closing the door, noticing the smirk on his face as he went back down the hall where my kitchen was.

Quickly I slid the skirt on and put my tank top on, then I let my blonde hair down, it was wavy and already looked fine so i decided that I would just leave it down then I could quickly apply a little blush and then find some shoes to wear.

Once I was done, and my shoes were on, I opened the door and went to see what Damien was doing, and when I walked into the room, I saw him looking through the books on my small shelf on the wall.

"I'm ready." I said, making him close the book, put it back and turn around to look at me, with a frown.

Dammit, did I get it wrong? "Is this no good, or should I go change into something else?" I didn't know if there was a dress code, and I was too preoccupied having him in my apartment to ask.

It's just so warm outside that I thought a skirt would be good, but now that I think about it, maybe it's a little too short? And my top has maybe too much skin exposed?

"No, it's just-" He sighed out, as he stared down at with a troubled expression. "You look so sexy that it's going to be hard keeping my hands off you."

My eyes went wide as my face flushed red, before I playfully whacked his arm, feeling myself throb between my legs, which was still sore, and sensitive.

"I'm serious." He said, sounding serious, which made me laugh harder.

He was so... damn, I wanted to kiss him. "Um so... shall we go?" I asked, unable to hold eye contact.

"Unless we just both stayed here instead?" He suggested, with a cheeky smile, making me laugh again as I shook my head.

His suggestion was tempting, so tempting that I almost considered it, even if we couldn't have sex right now... we could just stay in bed and-

"Let's go, before I seriously can't hold myself back." He huffed out, walking past me to the door.

"You're quite a horny old man." I said jokingly without thinking.

"You think I'm old?"

I shrugged playfully as I grabbed my keys and shoulder bag as he opened the front door for me, and once outside I see that he still had a frown on his face.

He was so handsome, nobody would think he looked old, sure he looked mature but there was a softness to him, it didn't feel like he was old when I was with him, it felt natural being with him, age didn't even concern me.