nothing left for me to do to keep myself entertained. Grumbling noises from my stomach let me know that I had waited too long between meals.
The doorbell chimed as I was coming down the stairs. Who in the world could this be? Mom was at work and Dad was at some kind of conference in Florida. I wasn’t expecting anyone to come by either.
I opened the door, assuming that it was one of those church people that go door to door. To my surprise, it was Eric. He was standing there looking utterly delicious with some DVD’s and a single long stem white rose. I wonder why he chose white. You would think that he would have just picked a red one like every other guy would.
He nervously held out the rose to me. I smiled at him. Taking the rose, I made sure that my hand touched his lightly. I stood there holding the door with my other hand. The truth be told, I was using it for support. Eric has a way of making me weak in the knees when he is around. I seriously have to get that under control.
“I thought that if you aren’t busy we could watch some movies. That is if you like doing that.” He said trying to control his voice.
“Sure. As long as you don’ t mind that I’m in my pajamas.”
“I don’t mind at all. Actually, I find them rather attractive.” He couldn’t seem to hold his laughter any longer. I wasn’t sure if I should be offended by his remark. With a face like that who would care? I’d let him make fun of my pajamas anytime.
After he caught his breath, I invited him in. “Will your parents mind that I’m here? I don’t want to get you in any trouble.”
I explained that Dad was out of town and Mom was working late again tonight. “I’m sure she won’t mind. But just to be on the safe side, I'll let her know anyway.”
Eric followed me into the kitchen. I found one of Mom’s vases that she kept in the cabinet. She uses them from time to time for fresh cut flowers. I filled it water and put the rose in it. It was so eye catching. A single rose in a vase has a certain appeal to it.
I sat the vase in the middle of the kitchen island and showed Eric to the living room. I walked behind him as we entered the hallway. His movements were as graceful as anyone could imagine. I couldn’t help but to stare at him as he walked.
I pointed in the direction of the DVD player and he walked over to put the disk in. I excused myself and ran up to my room to make sure I looked at least presentable. After straightening my tangled ponytail I headed back downstairs.
When I entered the living room, he was sitting on the couch. I picked the other end of the couch, making sure that I did nothing to overstep my boundaries. I didn’t want to give him the impression that I was just another easy girl either.
“Are you ready?” He asked smiling.
I nodded in reply, afraid my voice would crack when I answered him. I was so nervous that my palms had begun to sweat.
As the previews played, I sent Mom a text. I wasn’t sure how I should word it so I wrote, Hey Mom, Eric came over and we are going to watch some movies. I hope that’s ok. Love you.
It took no time at all for her to reply. That's fine sweetie. Have fun.
I happily closed my phone and put i t on the end table. Eric asked, “So how was your day?”
“Good so far. Yours?”
“Great.” Eric cleared his throat. “Better than that now.”
I smiled. When the movie started, I noticed that he had brought one of my all-time favorite horror movies, A Nightmare on Elm Street.
As the movie played, we continued talking. I didn’t mind not watching it. I was more interested in what he had to say.
He asked me a lot of questions. He asked about what my parents did for a living. He seemed pleased that Mom was a lawyer and that Dad was a doctor.
His parents were very wealthy. They had worked for many years as business consultants to oil companies. Their
The doorbell chimed as I was coming down the stairs. Who in the world could this be? Mom was at work and Dad was at some kind of conference in Florida. I wasn’t expecting anyone to come by either.
I opened the door, assuming that it was one of those church people that go door to door. To my surprise, it was Eric. He was standing there looking utterly delicious with some DVD’s and a single long stem white rose. I wonder why he chose white. You would think that he would have just picked a red one like every other guy would.
He nervously held out the rose to me. I smiled at him. Taking the rose, I made sure that my hand touched his lightly. I stood there holding the door with my other hand. The truth be told, I was using it for support. Eric has a way of making me weak in the knees when he is around. I seriously have to get that under control.
“I thought that if you aren’t busy we could watch some movies. That is if you like doing that.” He said trying to control his voice.
“Sure. As long as you don’ t mind that I’m in my pajamas.”
“I don’t mind at all. Actually, I find them rather attractive.” He couldn’t seem to hold his laughter any longer. I wasn’t sure if I should be offended by his remark. With a face like that who would care? I’d let him make fun of my pajamas anytime.
After he caught his breath, I invited him in. “Will your parents mind that I’m here? I don’t want to get you in any trouble.”
I explained that Dad was out of town and Mom was working late again tonight. “I’m sure she won’t mind. But just to be on the safe side, I'll let her know anyway.”
Eric followed me into the kitchen. I found one of Mom’s vases that she kept in the cabinet. She uses them from time to time for fresh cut flowers. I filled it water and put the rose in it. It was so eye catching. A single rose in a vase has a certain appeal to it.
I sat the vase in the middle of the kitchen island and showed Eric to the living room. I walked behind him as we entered the hallway. His movements were as graceful as anyone could imagine. I couldn’t help but to stare at him as he walked.
I pointed in the direction of the DVD player and he walked over to put the disk in. I excused myself and ran up to my room to make sure I looked at least presentable. After straightening my tangled ponytail I headed back downstairs.
When I entered the living room, he was sitting on the couch. I picked the other end of the couch, making sure that I did nothing to overstep my boundaries. I didn’t want to give him the impression that I was just another easy girl either.
“Are you ready?” He asked smiling.
I nodded in reply, afraid my voice would crack when I answered him. I was so nervous that my palms had begun to sweat.
As the previews played, I sent Mom a text. I wasn’t sure how I should word it so I wrote, Hey Mom, Eric came over and we are going to watch some movies. I hope that’s ok. Love you.
It took no time at all for her to reply. That's fine sweetie. Have fun.
I happily closed my phone and put i t on the end table. Eric asked, “So how was your day?”
“Good so far. Yours?”
“Great.” Eric cleared his throat. “Better than that now.”
I smiled. When the movie started, I noticed that he had brought one of my all-time favorite horror movies, A Nightmare on Elm Street.
As the movie played, we continued talking. I didn’t mind not watching it. I was more interested in what he had to say.
He asked me a lot of questions. He asked about what my parents did for a living. He seemed pleased that Mom was a lawyer and that Dad was a doctor.
His parents were very wealthy. They had worked for many years as business consultants to oil companies. Their
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