Love At First Hate (Love At Firsts Book 2)(34)

“You are not doing my makeup! I’m warning you.” I chuckle and get out of the car.

“Spoilsport,” she huffs, and I let her in.

“Always. I’m going to take a shower. Make yourself at home. I’ll be back in a bit.” I take off my jacket and my shoes and grab a bottle of water from the fridge before heading upstairs to shower.

Usually, I’d stay in there for a lot longer, but I don’t want to make Haven wait for a long time. I’m not sure what damages she would do to my place being left on her own.

“What are you up to?” I ask, sneaking up behind her as she’s looking through a photo album I had under the TV stand.

“Oh my f*cking god!” she screams, startling me.

“What?” I grin innocently.

“Don’t ever do that again!” She holds her hands over her heart.

“Then don’t snoop around.” I chuckle and see her face turn to stone. She’s staring at me. “Uh, Haven? You alright?” I ask, concerned.

“Uh huh.” She swallows hard looking at me.

“What? You’re scaring me!”

“Muscles…tattoos…wow…” is all she can get out.

“You’ve lost me, babe.” I chuckle looking down at myself.

“You’re f*cking hot!” she blurts out throwing her hands up in the air.

“Like you didn’t know!” I smirk.

“Well, yeah but I didn’t know you were this built and those tattoos and just, wow.” She fans herself.

“You’re crazy.” I laugh and help her up from her sitting position.

“I get why Spencer liked you, damn!”

“Stop looking at me like I’m a piece of meat. I feel violated!” I fake being offended as I cover my chest with my hands. Mind you, I just have a towel wrapped around my waist. I’m not shy or a prude, at all.

“Like f*ck you are. You’re enjoying this way too much!” she scoffs.

“I am actually.”

“So uh what are we covering that hotness with? Are you sure you don’t want to go like that?” She giggles.

“I personally wouldn’t care, but I don’t really want to get arrested. This ass is still virgin, well, hasn’t had any action in years, and I intend to keep it that way.”

“What?” she screeches.

“What?” I chuckle.

“You’re always the one f*cking the other guy?” she asks sounding genuinely curious.

“Yes, I don’t mind it, but it’s something I don’t trust a lot of people with. Only two guys have been there. My first boyfriend and Spencer.”

“TMI! I can’t believe you never let John f*ck you.” She snickers.

“Never felt it, to be honest.” I shrug as we walk into my walk-in closet.

“Would you let Nate do it?” She looks at me before looking at my clothes. “Too many choices!”

“Yes, I would.”

“That’s love right there, babe.” She grins proudly and pats my chest.

“Stop it.” I chuckle and start looking through my clothes with her.

An hour later, we settle on black dress shoes, black jeans, and white dress shirt topped with my leather jacket and my glasses. The perfect mix of casual and dressed up.

“He’s going to jump you, and if he doesn’t, something is wrong with him!” She claps excitedly.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I don’t want to get in his pants straightaway; well, I do, but you know what I mean.”

“I know. I like that about you, even though you want him, you’re not going to make him go further than he’s really ready for.”

“Of course not, who do you think I am?” I scoff.

“I know, but you know what I mean. You could just get carried away and start making out and just get to that point.”

“It’ll be hard to resist copping a feel, but I’ll play nice.” I chuckle.

“I know you will. I’ll let you get dressed and go pinch some of your food in the fridge. I’m starving and just thinking about Panzano has made me hungry.” She groans and walks out of my room.

I get dressed and make sure everything is perfectly in place and how I want it to be. I look at myself in my full-length mirror, and I’m rather pleased with what I see. I’m not conceited well, maybe I am, but I look fine. I’d hit on myself if I could.

I join Haven downstairs who stole one of my peanut butter ice cream sandwiches. She grins innocently and hurries outside to my car. I’m dropping her back at home before driving to Panzano.

The anticipation is making my heart beat faster. I don’t remember the last time I’ve felt this way.

Just as I’m locking the door, Nate comes out of his house, looking dashing. He’s wearing black jeans, tighter than usual, his trademark flannel shirt, and a leather jacket. I’d rather have him out of his clothes, but all in due time.

I wave at him as we both get in our respective cars. He doesn’t let on anything that he knows he’s meeting me, and it makes it all the more exciting and very promising for tonight. I wonder if he knows that I know. I can’t wait to see his face when he realizes I did, in fact, know it was him all along.

I just hope he’s not going to get scared and run away.