As I walk to the shoe department, I wonder why Dawson hasn’t asked me to go to Homecoming with him yet. One of the seniors on the dance team got asked this week. Her boyfriend put a bunch of helium balloons in her dance locker along with a rose and a note. When she opened her locker all the balloons floated out. It was really cute and she was screeching with excitement, which I thought was sort of odd since they’ve been dating for a year. Another girl got a bunch of cupcakes at lunch. And one of the cheerleaders got asked by a football player over the loudspeaker at the game last night.
He left Whitney’s stupid weekend to be with me. He wants to give me the key to his heart. He must like me. But nagging in the back of my mind is his voice from that night at the cave, telling Dallas and me his goal was to take Whitney to Homecoming. And now that she and Jake are broken up, there’s nothing to stop him.
I forget to worry when I see all the shoes.
And boots.
All lined up by designer.
It’s like paradise. Or mecca. Or whatever.
All I have to say is it’s amazing how many pairs of shoes and boots you can try on and buy in a measly sixty minutes.
I’m laden down with packages when gorgeous Dawson comes strolling back in, bag swinging in his hand.
Literally every shoe shopper’s head turns when he walks by. He is that good looking. Even the old ladies can’t help but stare.
It makes me feel very lucky.
He walks up to me and kisses my cheek. “You leave any shoes for anyone else?” he says, eyeing all my shopping bags.
“There’s not that many pairs, I swear. Boots just take up a lot of room. What did you buy?” I ask curiously.
“You’ll see later.”
As we’re getting in a cab, he says, “Hey, do you think it would be okay if we meet my parents for brunch tomorrow? Riley told them I was in town and now they want to meet you.”
“That’d be cool.”
“So, back to the loft?” he says with a wink.
Back at the loft, I finally get to look around and find that my pantry and fridge have been stocked with some basics, including wine, champagne, water, sodas, caviar, hard cheeses, smoked salmon, and some frozen dinners.
While I put my purchases in my closet and change into the new robe I bought, Dawson pops a bottle of champagne. We decided in the taxi that we’d just order in some food. At school we are constantly around people. We’re looking forward to spending some time completely alone.
He sets the glasses and bottle down, grabs my robe belt, and unties it. “Much better,” he says, looking down at me, basically naked again. “I think we should just be naked until we have to go back to school.”
“It’s going to be hard to have brunch with your parents if I’m naked.”
He smiles and pours us each a drink, then puts his glass up in the air. “Here’s to my beautiful naked girl.”
“I’m not drinking to my nakedness.”
He runs his hand down my stomach. “Oh, but you should.”
“Dawson! Stop that! We need to order food. I’m starving.”
“Me too, but it’s not my fault you’re so damn sexy, and you make me want you. All the time.”
I turn my back on him, let the robe slide off my shoulders, and walk naked into the bedroom.
He follows me like a dog after a bone. “Oh, you’re in trouble now.”
After dinner, Dawson says, “I bought dessert. That’s what’s in the bag.”
“Yum. What did you get?”
“Okay, so close your eyes.”
I close them.
I can hear him banging around in the kitchen and pretty soon he’s back in front of me.
“Okay, open.”
In front of me is a sinful looking triple layer chocolate cake and two forks.
It reminds me of the cake Brooklyn bought me for my birthday. The cake I made a wish on.
And ended up here.
Is fate trying to tell me something?
He puts a piece on a fork, holds it up to my mouth, and I decide to forget about fate.
“Oh my, it is so good. Seriously, almost orgasmic.”
Even though he threatened me with torture of some kind, I couldn’t sit at the dinner table and eat naked.
But after eating cake, I do suggest the hot tub. The water is warm and all the city lights are gorgeous in an urban way. Not the beach, but very pretty.
“This is really romantic,” he tells me.
“Yeah, I like it.”
And then he starts kissing me again.
And we all know where that leads.
Monday, September 26th
One. Perfect. Horny. Detail.
Ceramics
I elbow Jake. “I heard you and Whitney got back together.”
“And I heard you and Dawson got together.”
“We went shopping. Had dinner. If that’s what you mean.”
“Aww, come on, Monroe. Give us some of the dirty details. Dawson never tells us anything good.”
“Does that mean he tells you stuff that’s bad?”