The Do Over

I jumped when my phone rang, and Macy hovered over me as I answered. I really hated the fact that my friends didn't respect my personal space. I needed to have an intervention with them about this.

When I answered, I tried to contain my excitement and sound calm. I didn't want him to know that I was checking the phone every so often to make sure it was turned on and had enough charge. I even set the volume on high, so I was sure to hear it.

Macy and Candace were really annoying me, so I went into my room and locked the door to talk in private. I hadn't been on the phone with a man in so long that I was sure I sounded like a silly schoolgirl.

"I know it's really short notice, but I was wondering if you've eaten yet. I'd really like to see you again, so maybe we could grab a bite," he said.

Falling back on my bed, I started kicking my feet in giddy delight. I had to get it all out before I answered and made a fool of myself.

"You know, I haven't eaten, and I'm starving," I said, trying with all my power to sound confident and not like I was going to explode with juvenile excitement.

For some odd reason, I suggested eating burgers. It's not that there was anything wrong with eating burgers. I wasn't a vegetarian. I just never thought that burgers and first dates go hand in hand. Then, the absolutely most insane part was when he asked me when I'd be ready, and I told him thirty minutes.

When I opened my bedroom door, Macy and Candace practically fell on me. I was beyond thrilled and told them I had thirty minutes to get ready. That was when reality set in. Abuela Concha's potion was powerful, but it wasn't a miracle worker. I realized it would take me more than thirty minutes to shower, find a decent outfit, tame my wild locks, put on makeup, and then take a few cleansing moments to get me in the zone. What on earth was I thinking?

Panic set in. I jumped in the shower and worked as fast as I could to detangle my hair.

Macy called out, "Don't forget to shave your legs."

Showering in record time, I rushed and threw things from my closet to my bed. Oh no, I have nothing to wear! Candace put together an outfit, but when I tried it on, I thought my butt looked too big. After trying on five pairs of jeans, I found a pair that made my butt look good. Then, I discovered that I hated all my tops. I had absolutely nothing in my closet. I didn't care that Candace and Macy kept pulling things out. I had nothing.

I had less than ten minutes, and I was half-dressed. Finally, Macy pulled out a top that must have been hiding in some corner of my closet because I swore I had never seen it. I put it on and kicked them out.

I applied some mascara and dabbed on a little lip gloss. Looking in the mirror, I was satisfied with the end result. I took a cleansing breath. I think I pulled it off, which was actually great, considering I did this in less than thirty minutes.

As I check myself in the mirror one last time, the doorbell rang. Liam was right on time. I looked through my peephole and did the happy dance. He stood outside my door with his hands in the pockets of his jeans. His light blue polo shirt brought out the color in his eyes and showed off a set of nicely defined arms. His head was angled down, but his eyes were looking straight at the door.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. The awkwardness lasted for about two seconds as we both smiled.

"You look beautiful," he said with a sexy-as-sin smile.

I melted. He took a step toward me, held both my hands, and placed a kiss on my forehead. Then, I died. He smelled good, and being this close to him was doing crazy things to my body.

"Hungry?" he asked.

"Worse. I'm starved. I haven't eaten all day," I answered.

He tucked my hair behind my ear. "We can't have that. Let's go."