the table. “I have work. I will see you later tonight.” He kisses me on the cheek and I watch him head to the closet for his briefcase before he goes out the door.
But once he is out the door he comes back. “If you get bored you can always go grocery shopping. There’s money in my top dresser drawer.”
I nod knowing he was more asking then suggesting, so I head to my room to shower and welcome the adventure.
***
An hour later I am standing in the middle of the grocery store with a list. I have done an excellent job of finding face wash and dish soap but I have no clue where half the stuff I need is. And I hate asking for help.
So I do what any normal human being would do—I wander down the first aisle and hope for the best.
I miss Georgia. I knew where everything was. I felt at home. Here I am out of place and inadequate. Most of the woman grocery shopping are in high heels and are carrying overpriced purses.
I round the corner reading down my list and bump into someone. The one person I don’t want to run into. Slade.
“Easy crazy,” he grabs my cart and points me away from his body so I can do no more harm.
“Sorry.” I have little to say, I nearly took his shins off but after the way things ended I don’t care. We can be strangers. I’d rather be that.
I go to move around him and he grabs my cart again. “Need help with that list?”
I look at the crumpled paper in my grip and back up at him. “I can’t find anything in this place.”
We stare at each other. I want to ask him why he is such a prick. And I am sure he wants to tell me how mental I am but he is being decent.
“It’s always better to start in the back,” he tells me. He takes over pushing the cart. “What’s first on the list?”
“Eggs.” I tell him. “My dad likes breakfast.”
“Do you?”
He’s asking me a question? I nod my head. “Most days.”
And we keep on walking. There’s no punch line. He doesn’t throw in an insult, he keeps on walking.
“What are you doing here?” I raise an eyebrow. “Tv dinners?”
He shakes his head. “Do you think I fuel all of this with tv dinners?” He’s referring to his muscles.
“Don’t tell me you’re a health freak.” I smile and he matches it.
“Let me make you dinner and you can be the judge,” he says.
I search his eyes for his reasoning behind what he said. “What are you saying, Slade?”
“I’m asking you to come over for dinner.”
“Why?” We don’t work well together. He thinks I’m crazy and I might be. But what if I’m not? What if he realizes I may not be? Maybe I’m thinking too far into things again.
I release a breath and push my hair out of my eyes so I can get a good look at him.
“When you’re not freaking out I’m fucking attracted to you,” he says, his words give my heart a little giddy up. “So I say why the hell not. Let me make you dinner.”
“What time?” I can’t believe I am agreeing on meeting up with him again. The first time was a mess.
“Whenever you’re hungry.”
“Okay. So six.” That give me two hours. One hour to get ready and the second hour to talk myself out of seeing him again.
“What do you want to eat?”
I have options wow.
I shrug. “I don’t know, surprise me.”
“That would mean you have to finish shopping by yourself.” He hands over the cart. “See you at six.”
I nod and watch him head the other way. My heart dancing around in my chest.
Magic
I cannot believe I am standing in front of his apartment. And this time I am dressed better. I didn’t go fancy—I paired jeans with a t-shirt and threw on a pair of converse and called it a day. At least the jeans are skinny that constitutes trying to impress. Not that I am. I don’t need to impress him because he doesn’t care about that stuff. He’s probably bored after his cheating girlfriend left him and needs something to do.
He’s standing at the door staring at me. “Are you going to come in?”
I nod and
But once he is out the door he comes back. “If you get bored you can always go grocery shopping. There’s money in my top dresser drawer.”
I nod knowing he was more asking then suggesting, so I head to my room to shower and welcome the adventure.
***
An hour later I am standing in the middle of the grocery store with a list. I have done an excellent job of finding face wash and dish soap but I have no clue where half the stuff I need is. And I hate asking for help.
So I do what any normal human being would do—I wander down the first aisle and hope for the best.
I miss Georgia. I knew where everything was. I felt at home. Here I am out of place and inadequate. Most of the woman grocery shopping are in high heels and are carrying overpriced purses.
I round the corner reading down my list and bump into someone. The one person I don’t want to run into. Slade.
“Easy crazy,” he grabs my cart and points me away from his body so I can do no more harm.
“Sorry.” I have little to say, I nearly took his shins off but after the way things ended I don’t care. We can be strangers. I’d rather be that.
I go to move around him and he grabs my cart again. “Need help with that list?”
I look at the crumpled paper in my grip and back up at him. “I can’t find anything in this place.”
We stare at each other. I want to ask him why he is such a prick. And I am sure he wants to tell me how mental I am but he is being decent.
“It’s always better to start in the back,” he tells me. He takes over pushing the cart. “What’s first on the list?”
“Eggs.” I tell him. “My dad likes breakfast.”
“Do you?”
He’s asking me a question? I nod my head. “Most days.”
And we keep on walking. There’s no punch line. He doesn’t throw in an insult, he keeps on walking.
“What are you doing here?” I raise an eyebrow. “Tv dinners?”
He shakes his head. “Do you think I fuel all of this with tv dinners?” He’s referring to his muscles.
“Don’t tell me you’re a health freak.” I smile and he matches it.
“Let me make you dinner and you can be the judge,” he says.
I search his eyes for his reasoning behind what he said. “What are you saying, Slade?”
“I’m asking you to come over for dinner.”
“Why?” We don’t work well together. He thinks I’m crazy and I might be. But what if I’m not? What if he realizes I may not be? Maybe I’m thinking too far into things again.
I release a breath and push my hair out of my eyes so I can get a good look at him.
“When you’re not freaking out I’m fucking attracted to you,” he says, his words give my heart a little giddy up. “So I say why the hell not. Let me make you dinner.”
“What time?” I can’t believe I am agreeing on meeting up with him again. The first time was a mess.
“Whenever you’re hungry.”
“Okay. So six.” That give me two hours. One hour to get ready and the second hour to talk myself out of seeing him again.
“What do you want to eat?”
I have options wow.
I shrug. “I don’t know, surprise me.”
“That would mean you have to finish shopping by yourself.” He hands over the cart. “See you at six.”
I nod and watch him head the other way. My heart dancing around in my chest.
Magic
I cannot believe I am standing in front of his apartment. And this time I am dressed better. I didn’t go fancy—I paired jeans with a t-shirt and threw on a pair of converse and called it a day. At least the jeans are skinny that constitutes trying to impress. Not that I am. I don’t need to impress him because he doesn’t care about that stuff. He’s probably bored after his cheating girlfriend left him and needs something to do.
He’s standing at the door staring at me. “Are you going to come in?”
I nod and
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