The following morning, we were up and out exploring Black Lace. They had a little Farmers market on the side of the road that sold fresh vegetables and fruit that I couldn't wait to get my hands on.
"These look amazing," I said, shoving a red pepper in her face. "Sausage, Peppers and Onions tonight?" I said with a smile, licking my lips at the thought.
"That sounds great," Someone answered from behind me. I internally groaned. Coincidences and Sebastian seemed to be best friends right now.
Before I could even turn around Tessa's face told me exactly who it was. Sebastian.
Sending Tessa a giddy cheesy smile, I ran my hands down my shirt, smoothing out the creases before turning around to look at him.
"Hello beautiful," He said sweetly, as his lips turned up into a smile, brightening his whole face.
Between the tingles I got when we touched and that cute smile of his, I literally turned to putty every time he was in a two foot radius.
"What brings you here?" I inquired seriously. I honestly didn't mind what answer he gave, I was just excited that he was here.
"Well, I do like vegetables and fruit and this is a great place to get them." He answered, seeming unfazed by my presence.
I could have smacked myself in the head for that stupid question. Moving around the table and reaching for an onion, I placed it in my basket. Expecting Sebastian to remain in the place I had left him, he instead followed me like a puppy and leaned in close to me. His warm breath smelled of sweet, honeycrisp apples and feeling his chest rise behind my back sent shivers up my spine.
"Would you do me the honor of having dinner with me?" He whispered in my ear.
My eyes snapped up to Tessa who was smiling ear to ear, nodding her head yes. I couldn't help but giggle to myself at her reaction.
"Sure," I whispered back to him.
"I will leave you two lovely ladies to finish your shopping and I will see you tonight at 7pm? I will pick you up from your place.”
Sebastian's eyes sparkled with delight as he grabbed my hand and placed a gentle kiss on my forehand. This time, the electricity sent an unexpected smile to my face, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remove it.
The desire and want to be with this man was extremely overwhelming. He stirred up feelings I had locked away, afraid to share with anyone. He gently dropped my hand and nodded to Tessa who stared at him with her mouth gaped open.
"Shut your mouth Tess," I whispered, smiling inside because she seemed jealous.
As I watched him walk away, I felt a sharp stabbing feeling in my body and winced at the pain. I didn't want him to go, but watching him walk away from behind was so bittersweet. The way his muscles flexed underneath that solid purple button up with every step he took made me sigh. And his butt looked incredible in those jeans, extremely grab worthy.
I couldn't help but stare while Sebastian got into his car and drove away. That was when I started freaking out inside: my heart palpitating and my palms sweating.
"Tessa, I have nothing to wear. I haven't been on a date in years. I can't go." The panic was written all over my face and the tremor was so obvious in my voice that I turned on my heel and walked away, pissed at myself for not paying more attention to my neglected closet.
"Woah, sis, did you forget who is the decorator here?"
I looked at her like she was crazy. The panic of not having an outfit had sent me into bitch mode.
"You decorate houses, not people," I snapped in an unpleasant tone.
Hurt was strewn across her face before her blood began to boil. She grabbed me by my hand and dragged me to the car.
"Get in and drive!" She demanded, not once looking at me or even showing any ounce of emotion.
When Tessa got pissed, you either did what she said or reap the consequences. So I reluctantly obliged and put the car in drive.
Taking notice of what she was wearing and looked like today, I felt really guilty for what I had just said. Her short hair fell in boho waves and the simple make up she had made her eyes stand out. She wore a shirt one size too big that fell off her shoulder and a pair of torn skinny jeans. I suddenly felt guilty for attacking her, she was an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire.
I guess decorating houses really does help your sense of fashion.
