I looked in the direction that I heard him coming, a coy smile curling up my lips before I ducked my head. I don't know what it was about him, but the way he looked at me made me feel so bashful. And I never felt bashful. But I hoped that he liked what I was wearing -- I may or may not have picked out the dress with him in mind. I finally had a reason to look feminine and pretty again, I didn't want to disappoint.
"Ready as I'll ever be, I guess," I shrugged, trying to be nonchalant about the ordeal as I took his hand. Even a simple little gesture like that made butterflies form in my stomach. I felt the electric heat that radiated from our skin, and it made me smile even more.
Part of me wanted to say 'I missed you', but then I realized how pathetic that would sound. We'd been apart for a mere two hours! And I was not the type to be clingy, or if I was, I wasn't about to admit it.