had left a little bit before I arrived, –I did not have to see the flowers that most likely would have softened me up.
I think Kimmie did a better job than the professionals with my hair and makeup. She used a soft violet on my lips and lined my eyes with blue and went heavy on the mascara using shades of gold, bronze, grey and black eye shadow for a smoky eye look. With all the drama pushed aside for tonight I feel really sexy. I slip my feet in my shoes as someone knocks on the door.
“Mark,” Kimmie sings from the door, “boy I’m going to miss you lurking around our door.”
“Who says I’m going to stop. Sophi already gave me an open invitation,” Mark croons.
I never thought about it before, but I guess I did make more than one friend here. Mark has been a permanent fixture in front of our door. I can’t even count all the study sessions we have had in this room, some with Kim and many without. Kimmie would never willingly tell anyone her college major. She is not ready to admit she is a part of the geek squad. As Mark steps into the room, I can’t remember why I thought he was a part of the geek squad as well.
He is decked out in a tailored navy suit and light blue dress shirt minus the tie from earlier. The top three buttons are loose, letting the ink that speaks of the true bad boy peek out just a little.
Mark is kind of hot when you think about it, with his short wavy brown hair and those warm brown eyes. He has a strong jaw and straight nose and I have always thought he had a great set of straight white teeth. Despite spending most of his time creating coding and hacking, Mark always manages to have a tan. Mark is definitely not your stereotypical computer geek.
With a whistle Mark pulls me into an embrace. “Looking good little one ,” he whispers in my ear. Funny, Kimmie is my best friend and I don’t think she knows what my family means when they call me Lilla du, but here Mark says it with the same endearment my family means it with.
Of course he only knows the meaning because I use it as a username and during one of our late nights he had asked. I was feeling open enough to tell him it was what my father called me and it pretty much stuck. Again funny.
“You smell great,” I murmur. Oh no, did I say that out loud. What is wrong with me?
“Thanks,” he grins. It is almost sexy enough to send my thoughts sailing again. Definitely time to go. “Are we taking your car?”
“Umm, sure, but we are not coming back here after the party. How will you get home?”
“I was hoping I could crash with you guys or I can take a cab,” he says sheepishly.
“Oh… well, I guess you could stay with me and Kim. It’ll be fun, right?” I say as more of a question than the statement I meant it to be.
“Okay, now that we have that settled can we go,” Kimmie calls from the door.
I blush and hold out my car key to Mark as I start out of the door. Mark takes the key in one hand and places the other on the small of my back. I feel my blush deepen. This is so new to me. No one has ever touched me like this except for him . It isn’t quite the same and does not cause the same electricity to flow through me, but it is nice.
Mark walks us out to the car and opens my door before opening the back door for Kimmie as well. I shake the silly feelings away once Mark’s hand is no longer on me. Maybe Ettie is right, it may be time for me to start dating. No, No, No, career Sephora. Yes, career first, after tonight I will start looking for a job and then everything else will come later.
I pull myself together and the ride to my mother’s house is less awkward. We fall into our usual laughter and teasing. I really will miss the time we spent together. Mark is easy to get along with. Kimmie just always makes everything fun. I can’t help but feel like everything is about to change.
We pull into my mother’s driveway fifteen minutes before the guests should begin showing up. Of course Lucian had to