Guns and Roses

Chapter 52 - Kiss Me Now

Dana's pov -

I played with my fingers as I comprehend what's happening right now: I'm going out with grey. Basically, I'm my head it's a date— it feels so wrong but good.

I stare back at the texts we had send.

Dana:
'I can't sleep"

Grey:
'Can I tell you something'

Dana:
'Sure'

Grey:
'Be ready in a hour, I'm taking you somewhere'

After that text I haven't been able to think clearly. He's definitely for sure asking me out. And he was commanding it!

Does he possibly really like me more than a friend?  We were never friends. Right? I forgot. I don't even know anymore but all I know this is definitely a sign.

He kinda maybe likes me?

It's probably like those romantic dramas where they look like they don't like each other but...he likes me but has to hide it. Maybe he's shy.

Such a babygirl.

Okay I went a little too far. He's the type to pin me against the wall if I ever told him that. Okay, when did I start saying these inappropriate things—-

A car horn outside knocks me out of my sense. A huge smile spreads on my lips. I grab my purse and then headed out of the apartment. I hope I'm not THAT over dressed but I could care less because I am slay. Okay I mean, I will be the main character.

As I should

A random squeal leaves my mouth, I close the living room lights and get out. I am ready to have the moment I never dreamed I'll ever have. That makes no sense. But I don't care, I'm frantic about this moment.

I make my way towards a very luxurious looking car, don't even ask what color or brand, I don't know anything about cars, especially the ones he drives.

I see his tall muscular figure get out the car. I held in my breath— sucked in my breath as I see the breath taking sight.

It looked like he just left from work, but the two buttons unbuttoned at the top of his white shirt gave me feelings to my lower core.

His sleeves were rolled up while his muscles bulge out like a art piece. Which I would stare at all day.

My eyes fell to his belt, it had a gun on its holder. I don't know why but my stomach filled with butterflies. Not me getting butterflies from a man with a gun on his waist belt.

He takes a couple of strides towards me. His eyes wondered all over me, up and down. Left and right.

I felt like screaming from all the feelings inside my body. I crossed my legs as I stood with my hands behind my back shyly.

Shy! I know right!

If this was a random guy in Pakistan I would punch them. And then I would be in trouble. It's always the women's fault.

Screw you, women are more superior

"Fucking beautiful." He said breathily in a low voice which made me nervous. What do I say now?

"You're pretty." I said without thinking. Shoot. That sounded so bad. What the heck is wrong with me. can't I be normal.

The corner of his lips tugged upwards. He's been very jolly around me lately. He definitely likes me.

"Thanks lil mama." He sounded so sly and smooth. And very very soft surprisingly. I am taken away. I can't do this anymore, I wanna slam my hands on my pillow and scream into it.