When Summer Ends [SAMPLE ONLY] *** Previously called The Perfect summer...

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                                                         Chapter Four

Over the course of a week and a half I saw Will every single night, apart from Friday and Saturday because he worked at the club those nights. On those two days we went out for lunch instead as he said he still wanted to see me.

It had honestly been the best ten days of my life. Every date he had taken me out on had been different. There were some traditional things like the movies and dinner or picnics in the park. He’d introduced me to his friends at a house party; they were all really nice and easy to get along with, even though they were all man-whore flirts from what I could tell.

There were also some not so traditional dates. He took me to a football game. To the batting cages, but personally I think that one was just an excuse to wrap his arms around me while he taught me how to bat correctly. We went for a walk along the beach; we even went to the stock car races. The best night by far was when he drove us to an empty field and left the headlights of the car on, turning the radio up to some cheesy love song station while we danced under the stars. That one was last night and was so romantic it made me want to cry.

Will was honestly incredible and he hadn’t once put pressure on me to sleep with him, which made me even crazier about him. Today was Tuesday so he was due here any minute. I had thrown on a little denim skirt, and plain black V neck top making sure to put on my sexiest underwear. I had definitely made him, and myself, wait long enough. Every time he kissed me my body just craved more and more so I knew tonight was the night.

When he pulled up outside my house, I skipped out to him before he even got fully out of the car. “Hey, handsome,” I flirted as I climbed in the passenger side.

Hi mouth dropped open with an audible pop. “Damn, you look so hot,” he complimented, looking me over slowly.

A blush crept up on my face as I settled myself in the seat. “That was a nice hello,” I teased.

He grinned sheepishly. “Right yeah sorry. Hi, Cutie,” he corrected, leaning over to kiss me. I tangled my hands in the back of his hair and kissed him hungrily. The little moan that he made in the back of his throat seemed to make my skin come alive. “So where to tonight? You said tonight was your choice,” he asked as he pulled away from me and started the car.

I shrugged. “Takeout pizza.”

He frowned, pulling the car out and heading down the road. “Well that’s not very romantic. Where are we eating it? In the park or something?”

“No.” I grinned teasingly. He looked at me expectantly, but I shook my head. “Just drive to the takeout place, I’ll tell you after.” Nervous excitement was bubbling up inside me, and I was starting to chicken out.

Will drove us to the same takeout that we went to after the club the first night we met. While it was cooking he held my hand and kissed around my neck, making goosebumps break out all over my body.

Finally, just as I was about to say to hell with the pizza, it was cooked. Will took the box and walked me back to the car. “So where to?” he asked again.

“Your apartment,” I answered, shrugging. He looked at me with wide eyes, seeming a little taken aback. I shrugged. “I thought we could have a night in with a movie for a change,” I lied. He nodded, frowning, seeming apprehensive. Wait, does he not want to sleep with me or something? Does he understand what I’m offering or does he think I really just want to watch a movie?  “You don’t want to?” I asked worriedly.