The whole way back to my apartment, I was a giddy school girl. I tried my best to play it cool and force myself to stop smiling before I walked in the door, but it was no use.

“Oh yeah, you did the nasty didn’t you?” Savannah said from the couch.

“No,” I said doing my best to be offended and shocked.

“What’s the nasty?” Em asked sitting next to her.

I gave Savannah a good hard stare.

“It’s what it's called when the doctor sticks you with his needle,” Savannah said looking at me.

“You mean a shot?” Emma asked horrified at the thought.

“Dr. Smith didn’t give me a shot, don’t worry,” I said to Emma. “But,” I said to Savannah, “he did ask me out to dinner tonight. I know it’s short notice, but if you're not busy…”

“Can I stay here and hang out with my favorite Goddaughter so you can get that shot that you are in desperate need of? Of course.”

Savannah waved me off like asking her to stay was no big deal.

“When is he coming by to get you?” Savannah asked getting up off the couch.

“In like an hour,” I said heading to the kitchen to make something for Em before I left.

“An hour? That’s it? What are you doing in there then?” She asked grabbing my arm and pulling me back to the bedroom.

“I got to make something for Em before I go.”

Still, I was helpless as she dragged me back.

“I can make her food. Trust me it will be better than anything you might make. If you only got an hour, we need to start now to get you ready.”

A half hour later I was playing fashion show with Savannah and Em relaxing on my bed as I showed off one outfit after another.

“No,” Savannah said board by my fifth choice. “Don’t you have some little black dress back in the recesses there?”

“I am a gym teacher that never goes on dates, what makes you think I would have anything like that?” I retorted hands on hips.

“This is fine,” I said tugging on the floral flowing blouse that I matched with some skinny black jeans.

Both Savannah and Em shook their head no. With a huff, Savannah got up and started shuffling through my closet herself.

“Here,” she said walking back out.

It was a rose gold color mini dress with a full open back. The straps of the dress wrapped up around the neck leaving a deep plunging neckline that nearly went to my navel.

“I cant wear that.”

“Oh, it’s so pretty,” Emma countered.

“I haven’t worn that since college, like pre-pregnancy. There is no way I’m going to fit into it.”

“Oh please you are the same size you were before Em,” Savannah said pushing the dress at me.

“Some things got big and never downsize,” I said motioning to my chest.

“All the better,” she shoved the dress in my hand. “You go put it on; I’ll dig some tape out of your drawer to keep the girls in.”

“This is too much,” I mumbled nervously as I stood in front of my floor length mirror.

I was wearing the rose gold dress, my boobs practically duck taped in between my backless stick on bra and the double sided tape keeping the edges from sliding more open. Savannah did my hair up in sexy waves and put more makeup on my face then a painted clown.

“Dude, you look hot.”

“I look like a hooker,” I responded.

“I feel like that is what we are going for. How else am I going to ensure you get laid tonight. Let me guess, it's been about six years since the last time?”

“Noooo,” I retorted. “Maybe,” I finished with when Savannah raised one of her blonde brows at me.

“You just remember this the next time you have a date. I’m going to make you wear a loincloth and blue eyeshadow.”

A knock on the door stopped our banter. I wrung my hands nervously.

“I don’t think I can do this,” I finally said.

Savannah came up to me and put both hands on either shoulder. I could tell I was in for a pep talk.

“Hey, you can do this. You are an amazing lady. Hawk would be so lucky if he finds a way into your panties. That being said, I will plan to stay here for the night,” she added with a wink.

“Now go and open that door before I do it for you.”

I took a steadying breath, attempted to adjust the girls from popping out of place one last time and then left my bedroom to answer the door.

“Holy Fuck,” Hawk said looking me up and down when I answered the door.

“Mommy looks pretty, huh?” Emma said as Hawk walked in.

“Yes she does,” Hawk said as his eyes walked the line of my body again.

He didn’t look that bad himself in his tight button up shirt and jeans. He was, however, looking a lot more casual then I was.

“It’s too much,” I said fiddling with a curl of my hair.

“Hell, no. It’s perfect.”

“Language,” I warned with a smile and a nod of my head to Em.

“Oh, sorry. I might have to work on that.”

“Ready,” he added holding out an arm to me.

I forgot how chivalrous he could be. I blushed a little before turning to kiss Em. Turning back around, I took a deep breath and held his arm as we left the apartment.

The drive was pretty quiet. It didn’t escape my attention that Hawk kept looking my way. It was like electricity flowing between us. I couldn’t help myself; I hiked up my skirt just a little more and let my legs fall slightly apart as I sat in his leather BMW.

I watched his eyes trail my movement and then land back on me. I gave a shy smile and bit my lip. I was already getting aroused just from his hungry green eyes looking back at me.

He licked his lips and reached out for my hand. I happily gave it over. The euphoric tension it was creating as we rolled our hands in the others made me feel like a teenager all over again.

We pulled into the parking lot of a fancy little Italian restaurant that used to be our favorite. I smiled at all the memories we had there.

We sat down at a small table in the corner.

“Doesn’t look like it’s changed at all,” Hawk said looking around the place.

“You’ve changed though,” I said setting my eyes on him.

“I have?” He asked genuinely surprised.

“You look a lot tanner, and well you know stronger.”

“Yeah, SEALs make you beef up,” he responded shaking it off.

“And a lot more hair,” I said with a little laugh. “I don’t think I ever saw you with a beard before.”

He rubbed his chin as he thought about this.

“I could shave it if you don’t like it,” he finally said. “Though you might want to wait and try it out first.”

“What do you mean try it out. I’ve already kissed you. It kinda tickles.”

“I know. I figured you might enjoy the sensation,” Hawk added looking down the line of my body till the table cut it off.

I blushed and looked away.

“I’m not the only one that looks different either,” he retorted.

“Savannah was the one that got me all like this. I don’t normally do this,” I explained as I tried to smooth down my hair.

“I know that, but I wasn’t talking about your hair or make-up.”

His eyes fell on my breast.

“I know I’m kind of bursting. It was a pre-pregnancy dress.”

“Trust me, I’m not complaining,” he gave me a wicked grin.

We spent the rest of the meal talking about old times. It was nice to forget all that happened in the six years between and just enjoy being in each others company.

Two glasses of wine and the seafood Alfredo later and the night was winding down. We were both hesitatings at the table not wanting the night to end but both unsure about asking it to continue.

“I don’t know if you have to head back home anytime soon, but I thought maybe we could go back to my place for drinks,” he said as he passed back the paid bill to the waiter.

I bit my lip. I didn’t know why I was feeling so nervous. I had been with Hawk a million times. Granted that was years ago, but it’s not like it was an all-new person.

“Actually,” I said putting a lock of hair behind my ear. “Savannah planned to stay the night so…”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to push you,” he responded trying his best to hid his pleasure at my response.

I gave a weak smile in return.

“That is unless you have other plans,” I kidded.

“Oh hell no,” he responded taking my arm and walking me back to the car.

I was full of nerves now as we drove on to his house. I kept my thoughts to myself as we pulled into the driveway of his small but newer townhouse. I just took in the rooms as he walked us in and went to the bar to pour some drinks.

The place was a little bigger than my own, but looked like it was still a show model. Nothing was done to it to make it personalized. He didn’t even have a couch, just a simple chair that faced a blank wall.

“Love what you’ve done with the place,” I said sarcastically as he handed over a tumbler with a golden liquid.

He looked the room over like he just realized for the first time it might not be up to par.

“I thought you said you’ve been home for a few weeks. It looks like you just got here.”

He shrugged.

“I guess it could use a little bit of sprucing up. Nothing that a little girl and her mommy couldn’t handle.”

I went a little pale and took a steadying sip of the liquid. It was warming whiskey, and it gave me some courage.

“Hey,” he said brushing his hand on my arm, “when your ready, of course.”

I smiled at him, relieved that he was willing to take things slow for me.

“Come on,” he said motioning for me to follow him to the kitchen.

I had to hold back a laugh; the small dining room connected to the kitchen was completely void of even a table. All there was, were two bar stools.

He slid into one and patted the other for me to join him. I did happy to have some more time just to sit and talk.