12 Incomprehensibly beautiful.

"You are so beautiful

To me

You are so beautiful

To me

Can't you see"

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-ELIZABETH-

The first time he asked me on a date, I was confident because he was just a hot guy that asked me on a date. I was attracted to him, nothing else. Now, the second time he's asked me on a date, I'm so nervous I could literally shit my pants. Because this time there's feelings involved. Actual, real feelings.

"Don't you think this is a bit too" a tilt my head slightly while looking at my reflection in the mirror "revealing?" this is the 15th dress I've tried on. It's red and reaches my ankles with a long slit reaching my hip. It has a deep v-neckline that ends two fingers above my belly button and basically only covering my nipples.

"Not at all!" Derek chirps, "You look hot."

"I don't want to look like I'm trying too hard. I want to look a little more modest." I look back into the mirror "A lot more modest."

Derek sighs and goes back to my closet, "You must really like him."

"How can you tell?" I sit on my bed.

"We've tried on like a hundred dresses and you've hated every single one. You must have full on feelings for him considering how hard you're trying to look perfect for him."

"I'm not trying to look perfect for anyone."

I am.

"You are."

"Damn, you've really been psycho-analyzing me, huh?"

"Anyone with brains would be able to-" he interrupts himself with a loud gasp.

"What?"

He turns to face me, holding a navy-blue sparkly dress by its shoulders "This is the one." he smiles like a proud mother.

I look at the dress quizzically "I don't remember getting that dress." But then again, I don't remember buying majority of my closet.

"Doesn't matter, go try it on."

I sigh, "Okay"

He opens my zip for me and I slip out of the red dress. I take the blue dress and pull it over my body. The material hugs onto me comfortably. It's beautiful. Its long sleeved and the sleeves are made of a sheer material that is also blue. The neck is square and simple. The body is tight, accentuating my curves. All in all, it's modest but sexy.

"You look incredible Liza."

I smile widely and nod my head.

"Let's get your makeup and hair done."

After another hour, we're done with my whole look.

I'm wearing black Jimmy Choo's, a matching diamond necklace and earring set with a little gold chain on my wrist. I am carrying a little black shoulder bag with a long gold chain-strap.

"Dammit Liza. It's girls like you that make me confused of my sexuality."

I slap his chest playfully when I receive a text from Mark.

"Is that Mr. Jealous?" Derek asks.

I nod with a nervous smile and open the text message.

Mr. Arrogant: I'm downstairs.

"He's here" I squeal.

Me: I'll be right there!

I take a deep breath in and link arms with Derek as we walk down the stairs and out the apartment.

My stomach is invaded with butterflies and my breathing is heavy. I feel like a teenager going to her first prom.

We walk the main door to the apartment and I say my goodbye's to Derek.

"Do everything I'd do if I was a straight woman." He whispers before walking away, making me giggle.

I turn my eyes away from the shrinking image of Derek and towards the person standing in front of me. Him.

I watch him as he gawks at me. His eyes moving along every inch of my body, up then down and up again.

The intensity of his gaze on my body send heat thoroughly through my insides. My cheeks burn up and I feel as if I could faint at any moment.

Slowly, I walk towards him, while his eyes are still fixed on me.

On our first date, when I exited the apartment, he stared at me as though I was his hot date (which I was). I felt indifferent under his eyes. Sure, he did get a blush out of me but it didn't feel the way this feels. The way this moment feels. Right now, he looks at me like I'm the only person that matters. He looks at me like he want's to keep looking at me. He looks at me like he feels something for me, all of me, and not just the outside of me.

He looks at me in a way I've never been looked at before. With such extremity and sincerity.

Can someone's stare be passionate? If so, this is one of them. A passionate stare. One of those stares that you never want to break. One of those that make you feel perfect in every way, shape and form. One of those that make every ounce of nervousness, doubt, fear and pain go away. One of those passionate stares that heal and correct and help you forget.

I stand in front of him, his eyes now looking into mine. This time, they're not cold, they're the opposite. They're warm, they're comforting, they're admiring, they're loving.

He let's out a long breath, like he's been holding it forever "I don't even know what to say." He get's off of his car and leans into me, grabbing my waist softly and pulling me into him "You look incomprehensibly beautiful."

I smile softly "You don't look so bad yourself."

He chuckles and continues to look into my eyes, deeper and deeper. I feel as though I could get lost in his.

His eyes move from mine and down to my lips, then back up as if asking permission.

I giggle "You're very forward."

His cheeks turn red in shock of my comment.

"Did I just make Mr. Arrogant blush?"

"Okay Mrs. Arrogant, you've had your fun." He lets go of my waist and i'm left excruciatingly longing for his touch "We should get going now, before our reservation expires." He offers me his hand, which I take, and helps me inside his car.

I get in the car and immediately, I inhale a strong smell of him. Well, his cologne to be precise.

The cologne is smokey, very sexy and cool. I could stay in his car forever.

Mark gets in from his side of the car, he leans over to my seat stopping my breath. I tense up at his closeness and I feel my face heat up and my heart race. He stops for a moment whilst hovering above me and looks into my eyes. I take a sharp inhalation of breath. He reaches over above me without tearing his eyes away from mine, this time he's smirking. He then pulls the seat belt and buckles it for me.

To say I'm embarrassed is an understatement.

"Did I just make Mrs. Arrogant blush?" he teases.

I scoff and turn my head to look outside the window in attempt to hide my embarrassment.

Mark chuckles and starts the car.

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Song: You are so beautiful by Joe Cocker.