minutely, although she’s still gulping in huge breaths of air.
“Michael’s taking you?”
Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea if Kara is shocked enough to interrupt her workout. I can only imagine where her mind is going or what scenarios are swirling around.
“He is. Do you mind?”
I begin pacing my living room, anxious about what she’s going to say. She stays silent for a moment then lets out a puff of air.
“Yeah, that’s cool with me. No biggie. Besides, he’s a lawyer right? He can hob knob with all the other stuffed shirts there.”
Her laugh is off, not her usual upbeat tone at all. Perhaps she’s just winded from her run. It couldn’t possibly be from anything else, could it?
“That’s what I thought too after he suggested it. Thanks, Kara. You know you’re the best right?”
The treadmill starts again but softer this time. She must be walking now, probably needing to start slow before she goes back into her full run.
“Yeah I know. I tell myself that every morning when I wake up. But you owe me lunch tomorrow then.”
I nod my head and laugh. “You bet. I’ll let you get back to your workout. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Sounds good Chickie. Night.”
The call disconnects and I stretch my body across my couch. I must be crazy if I want to drag Michael into the debacle that awaits him regarding tomorrow night. My only hope is that Sharon ignores us for the night so we won’t have to deal with her.
My stomach growls loudly and I walk to the kitchen, opening up a can of soup to tide me over. I stare at the bowl and glance over my shoulder to the cabinet above the fridge. All this thought about Kara’s strange mood and having Michael accompany me to the party tomorrow has my head hurting more than usual. I think I need a drink instead.
Two hours later finds me sitting on my couch, watching my favorite Thursday night indulgence. My phone beeps next to me and I can’t help the smile that appears with Andrew’s name.
My sweet darling Tessa. I love how beautiful you look when your hair blows across your face and the sun shines down on the silky strands, creating a halo effect. I could run my fingers through them all day while looking into your heavenly eyes. An angel sent from above. ~A~
Tears prick the corners of my eyes. His words hit me hard, pulling at the fragile strings of my heart. How can he manage to take my breath away from a different continent? The message is so beautiful that I can’t stop the few tears that escape. I bring the phone to my chest, convinced that by doing so Andrew will crawl through it and hug me like I want him to.
I miss him. I miss him so much it hurts. He must feel something for me. No one says things like that without having some sort of feelings behind it. And he’ll be here in another week, so I know I still have time to figure this out.
I pull the phone back and type my response.
I can’t even put into words how beautiful that was. Thank you. Sweet dreams Andrew. ~T~
His reply is instantaneous.
My dreams are always sweet because they are of you. Goodnight my sweet Tessa. ~A~
Grabbing my blanket, I lay down on the pillows of my couch, not wanting to leave my spot as I cling to my phone. With a lingering smile, I imagine a warm breeze blowing through my hair and sapphire eyes looking over me.
T HIS FEELS ABSOLUTELY WEIRD. I feel out of place, lost in time or stuck in some parallel universe. The reflection staring back at me is not my own. No, this reflection is of a perfectly coiffed female, hair shiny and curled, with flawless makeup and jewelry to perfectly offset her elegant ball gown. No, this is not me. And yet, the smile on my face and dancing hazel eyes tells me that it is.
The diamond and pearl pendant hanging from my neck sparkles in the overhead lights of my bathroom. A gift from my father on my twenty-first birthday, no doubt a way for him to make up for the birthdays he missed when I was growing up. On second thought, probably
“Michael’s taking you?”
Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea if Kara is shocked enough to interrupt her workout. I can only imagine where her mind is going or what scenarios are swirling around.
“He is. Do you mind?”
I begin pacing my living room, anxious about what she’s going to say. She stays silent for a moment then lets out a puff of air.
“Yeah, that’s cool with me. No biggie. Besides, he’s a lawyer right? He can hob knob with all the other stuffed shirts there.”
Her laugh is off, not her usual upbeat tone at all. Perhaps she’s just winded from her run. It couldn’t possibly be from anything else, could it?
“That’s what I thought too after he suggested it. Thanks, Kara. You know you’re the best right?”
The treadmill starts again but softer this time. She must be walking now, probably needing to start slow before she goes back into her full run.
“Yeah I know. I tell myself that every morning when I wake up. But you owe me lunch tomorrow then.”
I nod my head and laugh. “You bet. I’ll let you get back to your workout. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Sounds good Chickie. Night.”
The call disconnects and I stretch my body across my couch. I must be crazy if I want to drag Michael into the debacle that awaits him regarding tomorrow night. My only hope is that Sharon ignores us for the night so we won’t have to deal with her.
My stomach growls loudly and I walk to the kitchen, opening up a can of soup to tide me over. I stare at the bowl and glance over my shoulder to the cabinet above the fridge. All this thought about Kara’s strange mood and having Michael accompany me to the party tomorrow has my head hurting more than usual. I think I need a drink instead.
Two hours later finds me sitting on my couch, watching my favorite Thursday night indulgence. My phone beeps next to me and I can’t help the smile that appears with Andrew’s name.
My sweet darling Tessa. I love how beautiful you look when your hair blows across your face and the sun shines down on the silky strands, creating a halo effect. I could run my fingers through them all day while looking into your heavenly eyes. An angel sent from above. ~A~
Tears prick the corners of my eyes. His words hit me hard, pulling at the fragile strings of my heart. How can he manage to take my breath away from a different continent? The message is so beautiful that I can’t stop the few tears that escape. I bring the phone to my chest, convinced that by doing so Andrew will crawl through it and hug me like I want him to.
I miss him. I miss him so much it hurts. He must feel something for me. No one says things like that without having some sort of feelings behind it. And he’ll be here in another week, so I know I still have time to figure this out.
I pull the phone back and type my response.
I can’t even put into words how beautiful that was. Thank you. Sweet dreams Andrew. ~T~
His reply is instantaneous.
My dreams are always sweet because they are of you. Goodnight my sweet Tessa. ~A~
Grabbing my blanket, I lay down on the pillows of my couch, not wanting to leave my spot as I cling to my phone. With a lingering smile, I imagine a warm breeze blowing through my hair and sapphire eyes looking over me.
T HIS FEELS ABSOLUTELY WEIRD. I feel out of place, lost in time or stuck in some parallel universe. The reflection staring back at me is not my own. No, this reflection is of a perfectly coiffed female, hair shiny and curled, with flawless makeup and jewelry to perfectly offset her elegant ball gown. No, this is not me. And yet, the smile on my face and dancing hazel eyes tells me that it is.
The diamond and pearl pendant hanging from my neck sparkles in the overhead lights of my bathroom. A gift from my father on my twenty-first birthday, no doubt a way for him to make up for the birthdays he missed when I was growing up. On second thought, probably
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