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“I'm here, polka dot.”
I grinned at my phone, which prompted Debby to turn her full attention on me.
“Was that from Pete?” she asked, coming closer. I nodded, the stupid grin impossible to contain.
“Well?” she insisted.
“He told me he’s here, that's all.”
“A date in the middle of the day?” she gasped. “Naughty, naughty.”
“It's not a date,” I protested. “I forgot something in his car last night and he's bringing it to me now.”
I was blushing for no good reason, trying to explain myself before Debby’s scrutinizing eye.
“Oh, my God!”
“What?” Whenever she did that it meant she’d figured something out. It never ended well.
“Oh, my God!” she restated, to emphasize the magnitude. “I wonder how he managed not to. How long has it been, like three weeks?”
“What are you rambling about?” Jesus, she made me nervous.
“It must mean he really likes you. When I went out with him — God, that was so long ago! — we slept together on the first date! He usually does that, you know?”
“What? Shut up!”
“He really likes you, I'm telling you. He really, really, really likes you.”
She was singing the words like a child, making the remaining few students in the room eye us curiously. I just wanted the Earth to swallow me.
“Shut up, it's not like that. And why do you think we haven't…?”
“Well, for one thing, you can't even say ‘sex’ next to his name,” she laughed. “And second, believe me, I'll know when you do the deed. You'll hide in the bathroom and call me.”
“Well, I hate to break it to you, but I don't do that. I never do that, you know it.”
“Oh, girl, everybody does after they've slept with Pete.”
At first, I didn't understand what she meant. Then I wanted to hide away somewhere because it would be impossible to get that image out of my head.
“I knew you caught my drift. Good luck having a proper conversation with his huge dick on your mind.”
She left me there, as she always did, my mouth open, hands shaking in frustration and ripples of heat in my core. I cleared my throat, trying to get some composure before meeting Peter. God, I hated Debby in that moment.
“Freakish,” she mouthed, as I scurried out the door.
I knew it wouldn't end up well. All I could think of now was Peter's dick.
In the campus parking lot, I tried to locate his car, grateful that I didn't find it right away. It gave me time to get a grip on myself.
Soon, I realized I had been searching for too long. “Where is he?” I asked aloud. As if he had heard me, he honked, making my heart jump. I turned in that direction and saw him leaning on the passenger door of a vintage car. Of course I couldn't find him. He had changed cars.
“I'm sorry, I forgot to mention I took the Morgan. But you looked cute searching for me.”
I felt blood rushing to my face and looked down. On their way to the ground, my eyes passed over his crotch, which immediately brought to mind Debby’s words. It didn't make matters any better.
“Anyway, I've brought you your scarf. Polka dot. I think I'm gonna call you that.”
“Why?” Somehow he always made me feel better, so I went along with this line of talk. Especially since it kept his dick off my mind.
“Well, mainly because of the polka dot scarf that you forgot in my car. Twice. You seem to love this thing.”
“I do. It was my grandmother’s. She always looked good, no matter what.”
“And now I know who you take after.”
I didn't know why, but I felt the urge to kiss him. I started fidgeting with my fingers, trying to control myself.
Maybe it was the nostalgia of remembering my grandmother, or the fact that I couldn’t stop thinking about him these past weeks, but all I knew was that I wanted this man.
“What's the other reason?” I asked, trying to settle the butterflies in my stomach.
“You're a dot.” The seriousness in his voice and the abruptness of his answer made me pause before I started laughing out loud.
“What?” He seemed genuinely confused.
“Dot is the last thing anyone has ever called me.”
“You don't like it?”
“I do. It's just that I've always been taller than the average girl, so no one ever thought of me as a dot.”
“Oh, to me you're a dot. So, where can I drop you off?”
“It's alright, I can take the subway.” I started to say goodbye, but paused. I had an idea. “Have you had lunch already?”
He checked his shiny wristwatch with a flick of his wrist that gave me nauseating butterflies.
“No. Haven't even had breakfast. What's your suggestion?”
“I know a place,” I said, cryptically.
He opened the door for me and I hopped in. I bit my lip, so nervous about my plan I could've choked on air. I never was too forward with guys before, but I felt it was time with him. He had been a complete gentleman so far and, if I were to take Debby seriously, he liked me enough to deviate from his usual pattern.
“What's it called?” he asked, pointing to the GPS.
“It's called a GPS,” I said, as he was starting to type. He turned his face to me, frowning. God, those lips, I thought and reached my hand into his hair. I pulled him close and kissed him like I never kissed anyone. Deep, hungry, my body quivering with the boldness of my move.
He soon took over, holding me close, giving me the chance to let go, let him lead from what I've started. When we finally came up for air, I couldn't take my eyes off his. I was completely lost in their blue trap and I didn't want to get out.
“Where are we going?” he asked, holding my hand tightly.
“Home,” I said and typed in my address.