Chapter Sixteen.
Casual or elegant? I throw the two words around in my head, tossing them from corner to corner.
"Casual." I nod at my choice.
Tyler is a casual guy, he'll go casual. He's got to right?
I scramble through my draws and closet until I find a black skirt and a dark blue, long sleeved shirt and throw it on my bed. I look from my draws to my bed and back again.
I'm on my knees digging through my draws looking for my black, long socks. My hand hits something hard and I spring, bolt right up. My hand aches with pain, I swear I broke it.
I look back into my draw, scanning for the pain causer. My hand reaches into the dump, more cautiously this time and I manage to pull out a shoe. A very gorgeous shoe.
"No way!" This is one of those 'pinch me' moments, obviously I have no one around to do it for me so I do it myself. I let out a yelp of pain. Bad idea.
My hands scramble threw the draw, colliding with another hard substance. It had to be the other shoe, so I rip it out of the draw and realise it's the box with my long socks so I just throw them on my bed, not realising that they fall off.
My hands scavenge the draw until I pull out the most beautiful thing - other than Tyler - from my draw.
Matte black timbs.
My mouth drops at the sight.