"Are you fucking ready?" I heard Stefan slam on the door, making me drop the article of
underwear.
I gulped as I looked down at it, the limited red
fabric foreign in my hand.
"I can't wear this," I started, "who packed my
bag!"
"Some girl did, now hurry up!" He shouted back at me, and I heard his footsteps walk away.
I sighed and pulled off my swim suit, taking the panties and bra and putting them on my body.
I looked in the mirror, my eyes slightly widening as I saw myself.
Damn I look good.
I smiled to myself, my confidence reaching the ceiling as I grabbed the dress off the counter, slipping it over my body and quickly doing my hair and makeup.
I grabbed a pair of heels on the floor and opened the door.
Stefan sat on the edge of the bed, his phone
in hand.
When I put the heels on, he looked up at me,
his eyes raking me from top to bottom.
I took this chance to look at him, his black
button up clinging to his chest perfectly, and
his black suit pants.
I noticed the suit jacket on the bed, the black
fabric standing out to the white sheets.
"You ready?" He finally said, placing his phone
in his pocket and grabbing his jacket.
I nodded my head as he walked up to me, the smell of his cologne reaching my nose, and I couldn't help but breathe in his scent.
I looked up to him, his eyes already on mine.
His fingers reached towards the strap of my
dress, his fingers going underneath it
and snapping it against my skin.
He backed up and put the jacket on.
"Let's go," he said, walking past me and opening the door for me.
I watched as he locked the door, and then went beside me, grabbing my hand in his.
My skin tingled against his skin as we walked towards the elevator, and I glanced at our joined hands in the elevator mirror.
It dinged as we reached the top floor of the main building, the sounds of knives and forks
clattering as we came up to the lady at the front.
She took one glance at Stefan and nodded, walking quickly towards a reserved table at
the back.
"Here you go, Mr. and Mrs. Salvatore," she said, placing the menus down onto the table.
We said thank you to her as we ordered our drinks, her face flustered as Stefan gave her
a casual smile.
"I think she likes you," I said after she came
back with our drinks.
I took a sip of the fruity alcohol, the burns non- existent as it went down my throat.
"I think so too," he smirked, taking both hands and putting it behind his head.
I rolled my eyes, placing the drink down on
the table.
It got quiet, the conversation dying down as we stared out the window.
Down below was the view of the beach, and the waves crashing against the shore.
"I used to come here as a kid," Stefan said.
I turned towards him, his gaze already on mine.
"Used to?" I asked.
He played with his fork, his jaw clenching as he looked back at the water.
He opened his mouth and closed it, his mind searching for words as he stared back at me.
"It wasn't a huge thing," he finally said, but I could tell he was holding back as he fiddled with the fork more.
I put my hand on his, stopping him from
moving the fork any further.
"It's okay, you don't have to tell me." I told him.
He looked taken a back, and then he nodded
and I took my hand back, placing it in my lap.
