Chapter 49. Sheila

CLEOPATRA’S POV 

"I'm sorry Cleo, I wanted this date to be perfect," Gerry said while opening the car door. He had an embarrassed look on his face. 

It was the fourth time the car broke down since we left the restaurant. His dark brown eyes shone brightly against the contrast of his light blue dress shirt. Gerry rolled up his sleeves past his elbows and popped the hood. He wiped the sweat from his brows with the back of his hands.

"Damn! It is hot today!" He sighed.

I opened the car door and handed him a kerchief to wipe his sweat. "Here you go." He took it from me and smiled slightly. His dimples were two of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. Thoughts of licking them ran through my mind. I didn't even realize that I was wetting my pink, plump lips with my tongue.

"You make me weak when you do that Princess!" My eyes left Gerry's dimples and landed on his eyes, he was cocking an eyebrow at me.

"Huh, what do you mean?" I questioned