Stopping dead in my tracks after walking through the front door, I’m greeted with a pristine view of the ocean spread across the whole back of the house. From the ocean, and from the back of the house, I can see the wall of windows so I knew they were there, but seeing this for the first time as I walk into the house is jaw dropping beautiful.
“Oh my god, that’s amazing,” I say, still in awe.
“Pretty cool, huh? Wait ‘til the sun goes down, it’s incredible,” he says, resting his hand on my lower back, taking in the view with me. I love the fact that Joey appreciates the ocean just as much as I do. It’s a breath of fresh air. Trent could always take it or leave it.
“So, are ‘ya hungry?” Joey asks as we walk down the front hallway leading into the kitchen, and the wall of windows. “Lucky for us, I had to help Aunt Linda today and was paid in food.”
Feeling my stomach grumble on cue, I respond, “Yeah, I’m actually starving.”
“Awesome, it’s still warm,” he says, pulling the to-go containers out of the fridge.
Remembering where the plates were from this morning, I pull two down from one of the million cupboards. Joey smiles, impressed by my memory.
“Look at you, already knowing your way around the kitchen.”
As Joey fixes our plates I pull down two glasses to get our drinks. Opening the refrigerator, I’m greeted by the most organized refrigerator I’ve ever seen. They have every drink you can imagine lined up perfectly, like in a grocery store.
“Holy cow,” I whisper quietly to myself.
“What?” Joey asks, having impeccable hearing.
“You have, like your own grocery store in here,” I say, still amazed.
“Yeah, Anna stocked it today. She’s pretty awesome,” he says like it’s no big deal.
I need an Anna!
“Anything in particular you’d like?”
“Coke, please.”
Grabbing our drinks, I meet him at the table with our plates. My mouth waters when I see the plate of Aunt Linda’s lasagna, antipasto salad, and Italian bread.
“You do realize I’m going to get fat if you keep feeding me like this?” I ask, sitting down at the plate big enough to feed three adults.
“You’d still be perfect,” he compliments with a sweet grin.
Having no words, and a mouth full of bread, I smile with rosy cheeks, flattered by his statement.
“We’ve got dessert, too,” he winks.
“More cannolis?” I ask, excitedly. I think I might just be addicted to them now.
“Nope, something even better. But that, my friend, is a surprise!”
Declaring that he has something better than Aunt Linda’s cannolis planned for dessert intrigues me. I never thought I’d be so excited about food.
After grabbing us both a sweatshirt, Joey and I make our way outside to watch the sun go down. The sky is already starting to turn shades of pink and purple, preparing for sunset. Sitting in the two lounge chairs on the patio, we sit side by side and stare out into the ocean, watching the sun make its descent. Between the colors of the sky and the reflection of the sun on the water, it has to be one the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. To think that Joey has this view in his backyard every night is unreal. Mesmerized by the sight, I almost don’t notice Joey reaching to hold my hand. Turning my head to look at him, our eyes lock and we exchange a heartfelt stare down. Warmhearted, and full of achingly fast moving butterflies, I smile and link our hands together before moving my eyes back to the view, not wanting to miss the sun falling off the horizon.
“Ready for dessert?” Joey asks once the sun has completely vanished.
Still full from dinner, but anxious to see his surprise, I nod my head yes.
Obviously excited to reveal his surprise, Joey practically jumps out of his chair and disappears to the side of the house. When he returns he’s carrying firewood, newspapers, and a lighter–the most adorable childlike grin spread across his face. Now intrigued to see what
“Oh my god, that’s amazing,” I say, still in awe.
“Pretty cool, huh? Wait ‘til the sun goes down, it’s incredible,” he says, resting his hand on my lower back, taking in the view with me. I love the fact that Joey appreciates the ocean just as much as I do. It’s a breath of fresh air. Trent could always take it or leave it.
“So, are ‘ya hungry?” Joey asks as we walk down the front hallway leading into the kitchen, and the wall of windows. “Lucky for us, I had to help Aunt Linda today and was paid in food.”
Feeling my stomach grumble on cue, I respond, “Yeah, I’m actually starving.”
“Awesome, it’s still warm,” he says, pulling the to-go containers out of the fridge.
Remembering where the plates were from this morning, I pull two down from one of the million cupboards. Joey smiles, impressed by my memory.
“Look at you, already knowing your way around the kitchen.”
As Joey fixes our plates I pull down two glasses to get our drinks. Opening the refrigerator, I’m greeted by the most organized refrigerator I’ve ever seen. They have every drink you can imagine lined up perfectly, like in a grocery store.
“Holy cow,” I whisper quietly to myself.
“What?” Joey asks, having impeccable hearing.
“You have, like your own grocery store in here,” I say, still amazed.
“Yeah, Anna stocked it today. She’s pretty awesome,” he says like it’s no big deal.
I need an Anna!
“Anything in particular you’d like?”
“Coke, please.”
Grabbing our drinks, I meet him at the table with our plates. My mouth waters when I see the plate of Aunt Linda’s lasagna, antipasto salad, and Italian bread.
“You do realize I’m going to get fat if you keep feeding me like this?” I ask, sitting down at the plate big enough to feed three adults.
“You’d still be perfect,” he compliments with a sweet grin.
Having no words, and a mouth full of bread, I smile with rosy cheeks, flattered by his statement.
“We’ve got dessert, too,” he winks.
“More cannolis?” I ask, excitedly. I think I might just be addicted to them now.
“Nope, something even better. But that, my friend, is a surprise!”
Declaring that he has something better than Aunt Linda’s cannolis planned for dessert intrigues me. I never thought I’d be so excited about food.
After grabbing us both a sweatshirt, Joey and I make our way outside to watch the sun go down. The sky is already starting to turn shades of pink and purple, preparing for sunset. Sitting in the two lounge chairs on the patio, we sit side by side and stare out into the ocean, watching the sun make its descent. Between the colors of the sky and the reflection of the sun on the water, it has to be one the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. To think that Joey has this view in his backyard every night is unreal. Mesmerized by the sight, I almost don’t notice Joey reaching to hold my hand. Turning my head to look at him, our eyes lock and we exchange a heartfelt stare down. Warmhearted, and full of achingly fast moving butterflies, I smile and link our hands together before moving my eyes back to the view, not wanting to miss the sun falling off the horizon.
“Ready for dessert?” Joey asks once the sun has completely vanished.
Still full from dinner, but anxious to see his surprise, I nod my head yes.
Obviously excited to reveal his surprise, Joey practically jumps out of his chair and disappears to the side of the house. When he returns he’s carrying firewood, newspapers, and a lighter–the most adorable childlike grin spread across his face. Now intrigued to see what
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