the fooling around he did and his conscious said he should tell you. Tell me, how are you feeling down there? Everything okay?"
"Stop, Amber!" I say harshly. She may be open about, well, everything, but I'm not discussing something that personal with her. For the record, I'm fine. "I'm sure he doesn't have ... something. I'll regret it the rest of my life if I don't find out what he wants. I'll always wonder what if."
"Well, what if he never lied to you in the first place and you and him and James were one big happy family? Seems pretty unrealistic, right? Because it is. Daniel's not a good guy and no good can come of this. None! I don't want to be the one to tell you I told you so, but I might."
She will, too. Amber is a very honest, straightforward person. She voices what's on her mind without any type of filter. This doesn't bother me, though. She says what she says because she cares. But, this is something I need to do for me. I can't sit and fester over what he wants and I doubt he'll tell me over a text message, or he would have done so by now.
My phone rings. "Fine. If he tells me he's riddled with disease, you have my permission to say you told me so." Another ring. Three more rings before the call bounces to one of my coworkers. Then whoever picks up will be pissed because I'm clearly not busy at my desk. "But, if it's something else, then I'll tell you I told you so."
She gives me a thumbs up sign and a smirk as I pick up the phone. Any outcome from this probably won't make me happy. Still, I need to do this. For me.
chapter nine
Saturday rolls around and I'm anxious for my date with Jay. I get James ready and check my phone for the weather outlook. Sixty degrees out, but kind of windy, which brings the wind chill down to almost fifty. Not wanting to freeze, I opt for the long leggings as Amber suggested, and a long sleeve shirt, topped with a lightweight jacket. I don't know where he plans to eat after, and hope my outfit is appropriate. However, considering we're going for a walk first, I don't think he will want me to dress too fancy.
Jay and I agree to meet at the gas station where the vicious bee almost killed me. I curse that station now, and every bug occupying a one hundred foot vicinity. Damn jerks. I purchase a water before sitting outside on the retaining wall to wait for him. I find myself fiddling with the bottle cap, and even drop it on the ground a few times. I don't want him to be late. This is our first date and if he doesn't show up on time, he may not really be interested. I'm going on my first date in years, years , and I want it to go well. I need it to go well.
Jay approaches in a pair of sleek black workout pants and a light jacket. I'm torn if I prefer him in his exercise clothes or his doctor coat. Either way, he's sure good looking. I wonder what's under the jacket. I imagine a ribbed tank top with his pecks exploding out of it. I blush, and if he catches me, he doesn't say anything.
"Hey Chelsea," he greets me with a small wave. "Glad you showed up."
"You thought I wouldn't?"
"Well, I tossed around the idea maybe the bee sting eventually killed you. Or perhaps you found out you're allergic to calamine lotion, and that was your demise."
Very funny. A few days ago, I considered comments like this jerky, but I realize now this is his sense of humor, and I think I like it. "Ha ha. Nope. I'm here. I'm glad you showed."
"Good. I'm glad to be here."
"We're using the word glad a lot." His eyes are a shade of brown I've never seen before. Honesty, perhaps? I want to stare into them for hours.
"We're happy people," he smiles. "Happy people who need to get walking." He starts moving toward the sidewalk as a signal for me to get off my ass and join him.
Disappointed to lose his focus, I hop off the ledge and meet his stride. "Where do you want to go? You said you planned on lunch after."
"I live about two miles from here and there's a cute family owned restaurant about a
"Stop, Amber!" I say harshly. She may be open about, well, everything, but I'm not discussing something that personal with her. For the record, I'm fine. "I'm sure he doesn't have ... something. I'll regret it the rest of my life if I don't find out what he wants. I'll always wonder what if."
"Well, what if he never lied to you in the first place and you and him and James were one big happy family? Seems pretty unrealistic, right? Because it is. Daniel's not a good guy and no good can come of this. None! I don't want to be the one to tell you I told you so, but I might."
She will, too. Amber is a very honest, straightforward person. She voices what's on her mind without any type of filter. This doesn't bother me, though. She says what she says because she cares. But, this is something I need to do for me. I can't sit and fester over what he wants and I doubt he'll tell me over a text message, or he would have done so by now.
My phone rings. "Fine. If he tells me he's riddled with disease, you have my permission to say you told me so." Another ring. Three more rings before the call bounces to one of my coworkers. Then whoever picks up will be pissed because I'm clearly not busy at my desk. "But, if it's something else, then I'll tell you I told you so."
She gives me a thumbs up sign and a smirk as I pick up the phone. Any outcome from this probably won't make me happy. Still, I need to do this. For me.
chapter nine
Saturday rolls around and I'm anxious for my date with Jay. I get James ready and check my phone for the weather outlook. Sixty degrees out, but kind of windy, which brings the wind chill down to almost fifty. Not wanting to freeze, I opt for the long leggings as Amber suggested, and a long sleeve shirt, topped with a lightweight jacket. I don't know where he plans to eat after, and hope my outfit is appropriate. However, considering we're going for a walk first, I don't think he will want me to dress too fancy.
Jay and I agree to meet at the gas station where the vicious bee almost killed me. I curse that station now, and every bug occupying a one hundred foot vicinity. Damn jerks. I purchase a water before sitting outside on the retaining wall to wait for him. I find myself fiddling with the bottle cap, and even drop it on the ground a few times. I don't want him to be late. This is our first date and if he doesn't show up on time, he may not really be interested. I'm going on my first date in years, years , and I want it to go well. I need it to go well.
Jay approaches in a pair of sleek black workout pants and a light jacket. I'm torn if I prefer him in his exercise clothes or his doctor coat. Either way, he's sure good looking. I wonder what's under the jacket. I imagine a ribbed tank top with his pecks exploding out of it. I blush, and if he catches me, he doesn't say anything.
"Hey Chelsea," he greets me with a small wave. "Glad you showed up."
"You thought I wouldn't?"
"Well, I tossed around the idea maybe the bee sting eventually killed you. Or perhaps you found out you're allergic to calamine lotion, and that was your demise."
Very funny. A few days ago, I considered comments like this jerky, but I realize now this is his sense of humor, and I think I like it. "Ha ha. Nope. I'm here. I'm glad you showed."
"Good. I'm glad to be here."
"We're using the word glad a lot." His eyes are a shade of brown I've never seen before. Honesty, perhaps? I want to stare into them for hours.
"We're happy people," he smiles. "Happy people who need to get walking." He starts moving toward the sidewalk as a signal for me to get off my ass and join him.
Disappointed to lose his focus, I hop off the ledge and meet his stride. "Where do you want to go? You said you planned on lunch after."
"I live about two miles from here and there's a cute family owned restaurant about a
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