Once Luke and I were up and moving, we decided on finally having that surprise date we've been talking about for week now.
Over the week, I've realized I'm falling deeply in love with this boy. He tends to my needs, he makes sure he tells me everyday how beautiful i am, he believes he's the luckiest man in the world to be mine. Not to mention, he's fucking hot.
He hands me a credit card and tells me, "Now, go out to some boutique, and get yourself something to wear tonight. Wow me,"
"Babe, i can't let you pay for this, that is so sweet and i thank you so much but-" he cuts me off by putting his finger to my lips.
"No but's unless you're letting me touch yours," he answers with a smirk and sends me out the door with a single kiss.
2 hours later, i bought myself a black silky dress, and some blue heels. I also may or may not have bought myself some new make up (with my own money, of course. Luke is a sweet-heart, i wouldn't do that to him.)
When i arrive back to the hotel room, I find a not Luke left:
Hey lovey. I hope you had a good time out today.
I went out to get myself something, too.
I'll be home in a bit, we will leave at 7.
I look at the clock. 5:00 PM. Perfect. I hop into the shower, wondering what kind of surprise he has planned. I love how he keeps me on my toes.
By 6:45, i was completely ready, make up, hair, dress, shoes. and i have to admit, I looked good. And Luke agreed.
"Damn," he stands in awe as he returns from the bedroom.
"Screw management, am i right?