I'll Wait Here for You in My Time of Dying

Lesia’s P.O.V

I sat on the end of Matt’s bed and watched him as he looked through his wardrobe, cursing every so often and throwing things to the floor. It was quite amusing to watch. Matt hadn’t seemed like the kind of person to be nervous about a date, but then again Matt hadn’t been on a date in eight months. And that was because he’d had his heart broken.

“Matt, calm down,” I chuckled quietly.

“I am calm,” he retorted and even though I couldn’t see his face I knew his teeth were gritted.

I sighed and rolled my eyes but remained silent as I carried on watching him look through his clothes. There was only one other guy that I’d known in my life who was this particular in what he wore when he went out and to think of him stung my heart.

“Baby,” I giggled and walked up to him, wrapping my arms around him from behind. “Calm down.”

“I am calm,” Tyler replied, though he did nothing to stop his frantic looking through his clothes.

I had always loved how much thought Tyler put into how he looked but at this rate we were going to miss our dinner reservations.

“You know, you don’t need to dress to impress,” I pointed out and ran my hands down his chest and stomach, pausing my movement over the top of his boxers. “You’ve already got me in bed, many times.”

Tyler chuckled and caught my left hand in his and brought it up in order to kiss the back of it before he played with my engagement ring.

“I love you,” he muttered quietly and turned his head to look at me.

I smiled and kissed him quickly. “I love you too baby. Now get dressed or we’ll miss our reservation.”

“But I don’t know what to wear,” he groaned. “It’s okay for you. You’d look good in a bin bag.”

I felt my cheeks blush slightly at his compliment before moving in front of him and quickly picking out a pair of smart black trousers and his dark green shirt. I turned and pushed the clothes against Tyler’s chest before kissing him quickly and then going to sit on the end of our bed. He quickly got dressed and then turned to me with a smile.

“How do I look?”

“Gorgeous,” I smiled.

“How do I look?”

I didn’t reply to Matt’s question. I was still wrapped up in my thoughts over Tyler.

“Lesia?”

“Huh?” I answered dumbly, finally falling back into reality as I stared blankly at Matt.

“You okay?”

I shook my head before nodding. “Yeah. I’m fine, sorry. Just got caught up in some thoughts. What did you ask?”

Matt eyed me for a second before reluctantly nodding, not pushing me any further on the issue.

“How do I look?”

I looked at what he was wearing, taking in the smart black trousers and the black button up shirt adorning his body. The first few buttons of his shirt were undone, giving a peek of the tattoos across his chest, and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows showing off his sleeve tattoos.

“You look gorgeous,” I replied in all honesty.

Matt grinned, his dimples coming on show and I couldn’t help but smile with him.

“Now go,” I ordered, my gaze flicking over to the clock quickly. “Or you’ll be late.”

Matt’s P.O.V

I felt stupidly nervous as I waited outside the restaurant for Taylor. I still had no idea what she looked like but she said that she knew who I was so she’d just come to me. She then freaked out a little because she thought that made her sound like some kind of stalker, something that I’d found quite cute. I had assured her it didn’t and she had soon relaxed, making our phone conversation last a while longer.

I could feel my hands shaking so I crossed my arms across my chest and looked to the floor, hoping that when Taylor got here I would have gotten over my nervousness. But I didn’t. If anything when I saw her I just became more nervous.

“Matt?”

I looked up as my name was called and saw what had to be one of the most gorgeous women I’d ever seen in my life. Her long brown hair was curled loosely and fell against her shoulders, clipped half back so it didn’t fall into her face too much. Hazel eyes met with mine as a smile spread across her lips. I let my eyes drift down her body and had to swallow down some of my nerves.

I felt like a school boy with a crush as my eyes took in the length of Taylor’s legs. They seemed to go on forever, something that was emphasised by the heels that encased her feet. The dress she was wearing moved against her thighs as she walked, the material skimming her curves and hugging her bust perfectly.

One of her eyebrows arched up as she stared at me, a small amused smile on her lips as my eyes finally moved back to meet hers.

“Fuck, sorry,” I muttered. “I’m Matt.”

She chuckled and nodded as she took my hand in hers, stepping forward and pressing her lips gently to my cheek.

“I’m Taylor.”

“Nice to meet you,” I voiced, kicking myself for sounding like an idiot. “You want to head in?”

Taylor nodded and smiled at me, and in that smile I felt a little reassured. I smiled back and let my hand drift to the small of her back as we walked towards the entrance of the restaurant. I let my gaze wander down her back for a second, noticing that she had some tattoos. A red anarchy symbol was on the back of her neck and peeking out of the top of her dress was what looked like the top half of a cross.

It made me wonder what else was hidden beneath those clothes.

“Good evening. How may I help?” The host asked.

I smiled and stepped beside Taylor more. “We have a reservation under Sanders.”

The host checked his book before smiling and nodding, plucking up two menus before gesturing for us to follow him. I let Taylor walk first and followed behind her, my eyes drifting down to the natural sway her hips held. I could feel the palms of my hands begin to sweat slightly and I clenched them, wishing the clammy feeling to go away. No woman had ever made me this nervous before.

The host held out a chair for Taylor and she sat down, flashing him a smile of thanks as I sat myself down opposite her.

“Your waiter will be with you in just a few minutes,” he told us and handed the menus over.

“Thank you,” Taylor replied.

We fell silent as we both looked through the menu, only voicing something when the waiter came over and asked for our drinks orders. I stared intently at the menu, not really taking in any of the dishes that were offered. I glanced at Taylor and watched as she lifted her wine glass up to her lips. She must have felt my gaze because her eyes flickered over to me. She sent me a small smile and I couldn’t help but smile back.

“You know, I was really nervous when you phoned,” she voiced as she placed her wine glass back on the table, a small smudge of dark lipstick against the glass.

“Really?” I questioned, my brow furrowing because she hadn’t seemed nervous.

Taylor nodded and chuckled quietly. “I felt like a school girl with a crush once I realised who it was on the phone and then I thought I’d completely fucked up when I told you I knew exactly who you were. I thought you’d think I was some kind of lunatic and wouldn’t want to meet up with me.”

I chuckled and shook my head. “I didn’t think that. It was cute, especially when you began to fall over your words as you tried to explain.”

Taylor’s cheeks flushed with colour for a moment as she looked back down at her menu.

“I hit my head against a wall as soon as those words left my lips,” she admitted.

My eyebrows rose a little before I laughed slightly. “That’s what that noise was?”

Taylor chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, just me braining myself.”

I smiled and put my menu down as I stared at the woman across from me.

“I almost didn’t phone you,” I admitted quietly and Taylor looked at me, a small amount of sadness in her eyes. “I told my sisters that I didn’t want a blind date but Sarah insisted I took your number.”

“What changed your mind?”

My mind flickered to Lesia for a moment and I swallowed, shrugging a little.

“Just a friend. Pointed out that I had nothing to lose by meeting up with you.”

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“So what do you do?” I asked Taylor as I began to cut up the steak I’d ordered.

“I work in a salon,” she replied as she twisted some of the pasta she’d ordered around her fork. “And I also volunteer at the local youth centre in their drama club. I do makeup and hair for them when they have productions and help teach the kids that want to be able to do it themselves.”

I nodded, a small look of admiration on my face as I looked up from my steak and over to Taylor.

“Wow,” I muttered.

Taylor chuckled and nodded, brushing some of her hair away from her face.

“I met your sisters in my salon,” she told me. “They are...”

“Scary?” I offered with a small grin. “Loud? Obnoxious?”

“Hilarious,” Taylor corrected me, pointing at me with her fork. “Don’t be mean about your sisters.”

I chuckled and rose my hands in defeat. “Trust me, after tonight I’m going to be a lot more grateful for them.”

Colour flooded Taylor’s cheeks again and I smiled warmly at her as she averted her attention down to her meal.

The rest of the dinner passed by with light conversation, the both of us just getting to know one another better. By the time the bill had been paid and we had headed out to our cars, the sun was just dipping behind the horizon and I, for one, didn’t want the night to end yet.