tippy-toes so I could wrap my arms around his
neck. “So dinner later, make up now.”
He grinned,
leaned down, and threw me over his shoulder. I laughed as he carried me into my
room where we made up—twice.
Afterward, I
lay snuggled up beside him with my head on his chest. “I love you, Abby,” he
said in a sigh.
I froze. Tons
of emotions came to mind at once. The strongest was surprise and happiness. I
lifted my head up to look into his eyes, smiled, then said, “Really?” He nodded
his head. “I love you too.” My voice was just above a whisper, filled with
emotion.
Chapter Eleven
A Good Day
“Hold the elevator,” I yelled at Randy, my
neighbor from 2B. I juggled the grocery bags that were filled with food to make
a nice meal for Nick. We had been dating for four months and I wanted to
celebrate. I was in a good mood; I had just gotten an advance from my publisher
after they read the first six chapters of Sammy’s Adventure . “Thanks,
Randy,” I said as he held the door for me so I could walk out ahead of him
toward my apartment.
“No problem,” he
called out as he made his way to his door.
Inside, I put
the bags on the kitchen counter and went to work. I decided to make spaghetti
for him, which was one of the few meals I could actually make. Although I was
sure if I really tried, I could cook anything. The problem was, I had no
interest. Cooking took up too much time. It was much faster to open a can or a
carton.
“You’re
cooking?” Nick asked, standing in the doorway to the kitchen, his mouth hanging
open in shock.
I tried not to
take offense to his shocked expression. I turned away from the pot of noodles I
was stirring and smirked. “And why is that surprising?”
Laying his
leather briefcase that he kept his reports in onto the table, he came over and
wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me in for a kiss. “Because in the
four months I’ve known you, I’ve only seen you make eggs, bacon, toast, and
frozen dinners.”
I leaned into
him, basking in the warmth of his body. “Why cook when you can order in?” When
the sauce started to bubble, I pulled out of his arms to turn down the burner.
“But tonight I’m celebrating two things. One—I had a good day with my
publisher. And two—today is our four-month anniversary. Don’t worry, it’s no
big deal, I just thought I’d cook.”
Instantly,
guilt flashed over his face. “Honey, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you planned
something special.”
“It’s no big
deal. I told you its just spaghetti.”
“I know, but
you’re so sweet to think of it. But I asked Brian and Debbie over for dinner, I
thought we could order a pizza. There’s a good game on tonight.” He stepped
away from me and opened the fridge.
Disappointment
flowed through me, but left quickly. “Debbie didn’t mention it.”
He reached in
and pulled out a beer. “Brian was going to tell her when he got home. But it’s
okay. I’ll cancel.” His face looked sincere. He was willing to change his
plans, but I knew he didn’t want to.
“No, don’t. We
haven’t spent time with them in a while. It’s great, I made enough for four.”
He grinned,
pulling me in for a quick hug and then letting me go. “Cool, I’ll just go in
and have a shower. Do I still have those jeans and my blue shirt here or did I
take them home?”
As I stirred
the sauce, I answered him absently, half listening to the soft music of Pink
that was playing in the living room. “They’re here. I washed them yesterday.
They’re hanging in my closet.” Placing the spoon on the counter, I turned to
him. “You know, you can bring more clothes over if you want, I don’t mind.
You’re here most nights anyway.”
He came up
behind me and leaned in, kissing the back of my neck, sending tingles along my
skin. “Great. I might just take you up on that. I’d better get moving, they
should be here soon,” he called out, rushing into the bathroom. When the
neck. “So dinner later, make up now.”
He grinned,
leaned down, and threw me over his shoulder. I laughed as he carried me into my
room where we made up—twice.
Afterward, I
lay snuggled up beside him with my head on his chest. “I love you, Abby,” he
said in a sigh.
I froze. Tons
of emotions came to mind at once. The strongest was surprise and happiness. I
lifted my head up to look into his eyes, smiled, then said, “Really?” He nodded
his head. “I love you too.” My voice was just above a whisper, filled with
emotion.
Chapter Eleven
A Good Day
“Hold the elevator,” I yelled at Randy, my
neighbor from 2B. I juggled the grocery bags that were filled with food to make
a nice meal for Nick. We had been dating for four months and I wanted to
celebrate. I was in a good mood; I had just gotten an advance from my publisher
after they read the first six chapters of Sammy’s Adventure . “Thanks,
Randy,” I said as he held the door for me so I could walk out ahead of him
toward my apartment.
“No problem,” he
called out as he made his way to his door.
Inside, I put
the bags on the kitchen counter and went to work. I decided to make spaghetti
for him, which was one of the few meals I could actually make. Although I was
sure if I really tried, I could cook anything. The problem was, I had no
interest. Cooking took up too much time. It was much faster to open a can or a
carton.
“You’re
cooking?” Nick asked, standing in the doorway to the kitchen, his mouth hanging
open in shock.
I tried not to
take offense to his shocked expression. I turned away from the pot of noodles I
was stirring and smirked. “And why is that surprising?”
Laying his
leather briefcase that he kept his reports in onto the table, he came over and
wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me in for a kiss. “Because in the
four months I’ve known you, I’ve only seen you make eggs, bacon, toast, and
frozen dinners.”
I leaned into
him, basking in the warmth of his body. “Why cook when you can order in?” When
the sauce started to bubble, I pulled out of his arms to turn down the burner.
“But tonight I’m celebrating two things. One—I had a good day with my
publisher. And two—today is our four-month anniversary. Don’t worry, it’s no
big deal, I just thought I’d cook.”
Instantly,
guilt flashed over his face. “Honey, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you planned
something special.”
“It’s no big
deal. I told you its just spaghetti.”
“I know, but
you’re so sweet to think of it. But I asked Brian and Debbie over for dinner, I
thought we could order a pizza. There’s a good game on tonight.” He stepped
away from me and opened the fridge.
Disappointment
flowed through me, but left quickly. “Debbie didn’t mention it.”
He reached in
and pulled out a beer. “Brian was going to tell her when he got home. But it’s
okay. I’ll cancel.” His face looked sincere. He was willing to change his
plans, but I knew he didn’t want to.
“No, don’t. We
haven’t spent time with them in a while. It’s great, I made enough for four.”
He grinned,
pulling me in for a quick hug and then letting me go. “Cool, I’ll just go in
and have a shower. Do I still have those jeans and my blue shirt here or did I
take them home?”
As I stirred
the sauce, I answered him absently, half listening to the soft music of Pink
that was playing in the living room. “They’re here. I washed them yesterday.
They’re hanging in my closet.” Placing the spoon on the counter, I turned to
him. “You know, you can bring more clothes over if you want, I don’t mind.
You’re here most nights anyway.”
He came up
behind me and leaned in, kissing the back of my neck, sending tingles along my
skin. “Great. I might just take you up on that. I’d better get moving, they
should be here soon,” he called out, rushing into the bathroom. When the
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