What You Do To Me (Unexpected Love) by Izzy Cullen Page A

the inevitable. I’ll eventually have to leave and return home.”
                  “I know, it was selfish of me to ask, but I don’t want to say goodbye.”
                  I look ed a t Alex, wanting to tell him I didn’t want to leave him, but I knew if I did, it was only allowing us both to think last night wasn’t the end and it needed to be . “You don’t have to ,” I pause d and wrap ped my arms around his waist. “Call me tonight after your show. We’ll talk whenever you want and there doesn’t have to be a go o dbye.” Knowing he wo uldn’t be calling, it saved us the awkward good bye.
                  Alex leaned down and kissed the top of my head. “I like the sound of that.”
                  We both start ed getting dresse d. He slipped on the clean clothes that Sam brought him and he asked me to pac k his shirt and jeans in with my stuff so he has a reason to come find me in case I refused his calls. After a few more kisses and a rea ssurance on his part that this wa sn’t good bye, he headed for the door. “Abrianna Porter, I am serious, this isn ’t goodby e. ” With that, he walked out the door. After he left, I finished getting ready and while pack ing up my bag, my cell rang .
                  “ Hey, sunshine, how is the head this morning.” I hear d Derek’s fake upbeat voice on the other line.
                  “Well, I’m alive and moving and in desperate need of grease.”
                  “Beautiful, me too. I’m just grabbing a coffee and checking out. Where do you want me to meet you?”
                  “I’m grabbing the last of my things and then ho pping in the elevator , so I’ll see you in the lobby . Oh, grab me a coffee too.”
                  Getting off the elevator, I headed to the hotel lobby and went to the registration desk. I check ed out and wait ed for Derek.
    I saw Derek walk into the lobby, dressed casually in jeans, a ringer tee and running shoes. “Hey, where’s the coffee?” I ask ed in a demanding voice.
                  “Wow, right here and you look awfully swell this morning.” Derek seemed to put a little too much emphasis on the awfully, a little too much for my liking.
                  I roll ed my eyes at Derek, knowing I rea lly did look like a train wreck , but at least I was comfortable in my tank, jeans and flip-flops . “So where should we eat?”
                  “Let’s leav e your bags at the luggage hold , and walk to Greektown to hit one of the r estaurants there.” Derek reached over and took the bag from my hand.
                  Exiting the hotel, I slip ped my sunglasses over my eyes. I he ld my coffee in one hand and reach ed out to wrap my other arm around Derek’s, while resting my head on his shoulder. We walk ed the several blocks to Greektown like that; neither of us saying a word, and knowing nothing had to be said.
                  We walk ed around the area and fou nd a cute little restaurant to pop into so we could eat. Once we were s eated and we talk ed over the menu, we place d our orders. Derek was looking at me and I knew he had something he needed to say to me.
                  “ What? Say it, ” I said in an almost annoyed voice.
                  Derek’s face immediately broke into a smile. “You know me too well, Abbs.”
                  “ Yes, I do, so ask, or lecture. It has to be one of the two because I know that face.”
                  “Be careful,” he said .
                  “Well, I did plan on driving the speed limit and I’ll make sure to use my blinker, ” I responded, knowing my driving wasn’t what wa s on his mind.
                  “You know what I mean. I saw the looks between you two all day yesterday, Abby . Christ, a blind person could