all of the decisions I normally wouldn’t dare make. No matter how much my mind refuses, I am still pushed to do it anyway. I’m stuck between my heart wanting Lucas and my mind that is begging me to stick with the reaper ways.
I folded my arms and exhaled in exasperation. Deciding what to wear has left me frustrated and I am actually having second thoughts about meeting him.
“Have a hot date tonight?”
I jumped and scowled at Chelsea whose smiling face peaked in behind the door.
“You always scare me.”
She giggled and came walking in and began looking through my clothes.
“Well you must wear a nice dress or a skirt.”
“It’s not a date.”
She turned to face me just beaming away. “So you are going out with a guy.”
I took my black dress from her grasp. “Uh no, I’m not going out with anyone.”
Her brows raised as she folded her arms and tapped her black wedge on the carpet. “Bram, you wouldn’t be staring at your clothes for twenty minutes if you had no intentions of impressing anyone.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You were spying on me for twenty minutes?”
She waved her hand and shook her head. “That’s not the point. You’re being very sneaky with me. I should know about this secret guy and secret date, but you know what I get, I get nothing.”
I stepped back taking in her attire. She had on a flowing knee length purple dress with a black silk belt wrapping around her waist.
“And where are you off to?”
She smirked. “Changing the subject are we? Well, unlike you, I have no problem telling you where I’m going. Taylor and I are having dinner with his mom and step-father.”
Taylor is originally from California and was raised by very wealthy parents.
When his parents divorced five years ago, his father gave his mom the mansion and moved here to Colorado. A few months later Taylor joined his father in Colorado when his mom decided to run off and travel Europe with the guy she cheated on his dad with. That same guy is now married to his mom and is now his step-father. Taylor isn’t that fond of his step-dad, but he tolerates him for his mother. He only sees his mom three times a year when she comes here for dinner to catch up. He does have a younger sister who was shipped off to boarding school for getting into trouble and he barely even talks to her anymore. The only people he really had now is his father and Chelsea. Taylor met Chelsea when he was sixteen, a few months after moving here. She befriended him and trusted him enough to let him in on our little secret. So he became a reaper and after that, he got Chelsea.
“They finally came to visit.”
Chelsea rolled her eyes and started the search for my outfit tonight. “Well I am the one who has to deal with his moodiness when they show up. He’s been snapping at me all day.”
“His frustrations aren’t directed at you, it’s his mom he has problems with.”
“I know,” She breathed.
“Oh, and no dresses or skirts, it is not a date.”
“Whatever you say.”
She threw a red strapless sweetheart neckline shirt at me, followed by black skinny jeans. I glanced down at my C- cup sized breasts remembering that I had lost the only strapless bra I owned and forgot to buy a new one. A bra with straps won’t really look that great with this kind of shirt, especially if I have to do without one.
“I can’t wear this shirt.”
“You only wore it once. What’s wrong with it. It actually fits the occasion, you say it’s definitely not a date so I picked out an outfit that is casual but a little sexy at the same time.”
“I don’t have the right bra for this kind of shirt.”
She folded her arms and smirked. “And why don’t you? I know you bought a strapless bra because I was there at the store when you purchased it.”
Heat warmed my face as I bit down on my lip. I really didn’t want to explain to her how my bra got lost.
She narrowed her eyes and pointed her finger my way. “Why are your cheeks