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him about Troy almost as soon as we had left Facade.He was surprisingly more understanding about it than I thought he'd be, well more understanding than I would be if the situation were reversed. I still have what Ris said floating around in my head when he first arrived, that he's my boyfriend, and Luke didn't deny it. I'm sure I am reading way too much into it, but a "yeah" is technically confirming it. Right? Why am I even contemplating the thought? He's here with me, and I am over the moon!
"Um... I'm sorry about Ris referring to you as my boyfriend today," I say.
I sink into my seat and clench my teeth together in a weird smile thing. I'm not sure what Luke is going say, more so after I told him about Troy. However, he did say it was Troy's loss and his gain. Luke looks at me with his dreamy eyes and gives me his gorgeous smile.
"It's fine. Don't worry about it, relax Turtle!" he replies.
It's fine? What does that mean? Do I continue with this conversation and ask him if he wants to be, or do I let it go? I don't want this to become awkward.
"What time is this dinner thing?" Luke inquires.
"Seventy-thirty. We should have enough time to change then will need to head back out again," I respond.
I tell him to take a left at the next set of lights, then a right a block down into the parking ramp. I love to stare at him; I'm a creeper, but I cannot help it. His forearms are sexy and flex slightly as he grips the steering wheel. The shirt he's wearing displays his abs and pectoral muscles, and you can see the ink from his tattoos through the white of his shirt against his skin.
His profile is impeccable, and his lips; ugh, every inch of him makes me want him. He is one man that God made with complete and utter perfection.
"Where should I park?" he asks, taking me away from analyzing his features.
"Next to my Mustang. Each occupant living here receives two parking spots," I answer.
"Well, that sucks. You wouldn't be able to have a plethora of vehicles!" he smirks.
"I know. They would have to go to a public parking ramp or something. Which would suck balls!" I whine.
Rethinking my choice in words knowing Luke will laugh at the words "suck" and "balls" coming out of my mouth. He probably thinks they aren't too womanly of me to say, but we get a good laugh out of it anyway. Luke grabs his bag from the backseat, and we gallivant toward my apartment. Ris's parents found us a super cute apartment. The rent is a bit steep, but we manage. I like it a lot. We are on the eighth floor of a historic store building.
"Which one are you?" Luke asks.
"C4," I reply.
I open the door to my apartment, and we step inside.
"Wow, this does not look like a little apartment to me at all!" he says in amazement.
"That's because the ceilings are fourteen feet tall," I respond.
Even I was surprised by it’s instant appeal when I first moved in here. I give Luke a quick little tour before I start to get ready for the dinner. We walk down the hallway and into my room first. My room is the largest, and it connects to a bathroom that also doubles as the laundry room. Ris didn't like hearing the washer and dryer through the wall, so she took the smaller room across the hall. I find the sound rather soothing.
I tell Luke that Ris's room and bathroom are almost identical, except I have a bathtub/shower combo in mine and the laundry appliances. We walk farther down the hallway into the open floor plan that is our kitchen and dining room. Our living room is on a small loft off the dining area.
"Wow, the view here is—," he starts to say as I interrupt him.
"You should see it at night. It's something else!" I impede.
I leave him to the view of the city from the loft as I saunter to my room to get ready for the dinner party. I stop at Ris's room first to see if I can borrow a pair of her earrings and a necklace, but she's in the shower. I grab them anyway; hopefully, she won't mind. She has everything she is wearing, displayed across her unmade bed.
I make my way back to my room to work on my face. I decide on a subtle smoky eye with the sophistication and sass of my dress and elaborate eyeliner scheme as it makes my green eyes pop. I would have liked Ris to do my eyes, but I didn't do half bad.
I attempt some slight contouring, then finish with my lash-boosting mascara, some rouge, and a light pink lip gloss. I add a small wave to my hair and pin back one side. I put in a pair of small diamond earrings and a short diamond necklace that lays nicely an inch or so above my bust. I contemplate going braless as my dress has adjustable spaghetti straps and is quite tight, which hugs my girls perfectly.
I slip on a black lace thong, then grab my dress off the hanger from the back of my door. It's a little black number that reaches just above my knee on one side. The other side has a frilly ruffled leg flashing slit that travels up a good portion of my thigh. This dress screams class with a shit ton of sass. It's a tad out of my comfort zone, but Ris can be rather persuasive.
My black ankle strap, open toe pumps completes my outfit, complimenting it quite well. I leave my bathroom to make sure Luke is getting dressed. He looks up at me from adjusting his belt, back down to his pants, then quickly back at me again. His mouth drops open, and his eyes go wide.
"What? Do I