Romance! [Shiloh]
Nov 13, 2011 1:09:01 GMT -5
Post by Matt Riggins on Nov 13, 2011 1:09:01 GMT -5
The strains of “Barefoot Blue Jean Night” were playing over the radio in the Jeep, courtesy of a friend of his, and filled the cab as the young man drove to pick up his girl. “His girl” was a statement loosely used, since he and Shiloh weren’t dating…yet. He could feel it in his gut that it would happen, and he knew that Miranda wanted him to be happy…after all, she was his best friend, and he asked her for advice almost all the time. They were like two peas in a pod with their personalities.
Why didn’t he like her as more than a friend?
It didn’t matter now. He found Shiloh’s residence and picked her up, admiring the way she looked as she sat in the Jeep. “You look beautiful, Shiloh,” he rumbled in a deep voice as he drove, being a gentleman and keeping his hands to himself. “I took care of everything. I really hope you like Italian, since that’s where we’re eating.” He smiled at her, flashing his white teeth in the dark interior. His outfit was simple enough, even if he needed a haircut, just a little trim.
He pulled up in front of the restaurant after a few moments, stopping the car and walking around to open the car door for Shiloh. “Your dinner awaits, my dear,” he said gallantly, nothing like his playboy self tonight. He wanted to show this girl the side that most have never seen; the only other woman that had seen this side was his best friend. He took Shiloh’s hand and tugged her inside, liking her by his side.
Why didn’t he like her as more than a friend?
It didn’t matter now. He found Shiloh’s residence and picked her up, admiring the way she looked as she sat in the Jeep. “You look beautiful, Shiloh,” he rumbled in a deep voice as he drove, being a gentleman and keeping his hands to himself. “I took care of everything. I really hope you like Italian, since that’s where we’re eating.” He smiled at her, flashing his white teeth in the dark interior. His outfit was simple enough, even if he needed a haircut, just a little trim.
He pulled up in front of the restaurant after a few moments, stopping the car and walking around to open the car door for Shiloh. “Your dinner awaits, my dear,” he said gallantly, nothing like his playboy self tonight. He wanted to show this girl the side that most have never seen; the only other woman that had seen this side was his best friend. He took Shiloh’s hand and tugged her inside, liking her by his side.
