you whispering?”
“Mark’s asleep. And about the move-”
I get cut off by Mona’s screams of excitement. “Finally you biatch. And you didn’t say anything this whole time?”
“What the hell are you talking about? Nothing happened you horny animal. That’s all you ever think about. He came over, we watched movies, and he fell asleep on the couch. End of story.”
“Oh I should’ve known better …but one can only hope,” she says deflated. “Maybe after you guys live together, eh?”
“Enough with the sex talk , ok? Look, he was nice enough to help me out. He offered and you know I couldn’t afford the condo on my own, even if I still had my job.”
“I’m sorry girly. You’re right. And yes it was so nice of him to offer. You still should’ve said something. You know my dad would totally pay the lease for another year if he found out you lost your job. He thinks of you as his daughter.”
There was no way in hell I would ever accept his help, but I don’t want to say that to her. Her parents have always been really good to me, but they already helped enough. I have to do this by myself. We are still talking when I hear the soft knock on my door.
“Gotta go. Mark is awake. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” I hang up before she has a chance to say anything else and I open the door.
“Hey,” he says as he brushes a hand through his hair.
“Hey, sorry I hope I didn’t wake you.”
“I was going to head home but wanted to check and see if you’re ok. I can come back tomorrow with some more boxes and help you pack. If you want.”
I know I’m staring but I can’t help it . OhmyGod he looks so good with his messy hair and sleepy eyes, and all crumpled.
“Birdie?” he waves his hands in front of my face.
“Oh sorry. Yeah sure. Tomorrow. Boxes. Sounds great,” I say all fast, trying to catch my breath.
I walk him to the door and then watch him wave goodbye and drive away. As soon as he’s gone I lock my door and lean against it, finally taking a long deep breath. Moving through the living room, I pick up the empty cans of soda, a reminder of Mark’s visit, and arrange the pillows on the sofa. With everything put away, I walk to my room and change back into my pajamas. I wrap the blanket around me, kindle in hand. Not five minutes later my phone buzzed.
Mark – I had fun today
Me – me too
Mark – Have a good night Birdie. I’ll see you tomorrow
Me – k
Once again he found a way to invade my thoughts , leaving me breathless. I know I won’t be able to read tonight. I’ll just close my eyes and dream of him. That’s better than any bestseller I have on my kindle, anyway.
Chapter 8.
Sofia
Sunday morning I wake up at seven as usual and get ready for my day of packing. I am on my second cup of coffee when I hear Mark’s truck pull up. I open the door for him and help carry the empty boxes into the living room. We spend hours wrapping dishes and packing all my stuff. I almost forgot how much crap I’ve accumulated over the years, some stuff so random making me question my sanity at the time of purchase. The books fill up most of the boxes but there is no way I could ever part with them.
Mark takes box after box to the truck . While he’s doing so, I prepare us a few sandwiches for lunch. I am exhausted and it feels so good to sit down and enjoy my first meal of the day.
“Are you sad to move?” Mark asks, his eyes on me.
“A little. I’ve never been very good with change.”
“I know what you mean. I just don’t see this as too big of a change. Not like you’re moving in with a stranger, right? I, for one, am excited to have you move in.” His honesty takes me by surprise. I decide not to say anything and we finish the rest of our lunch in silence. All I can think about is how tonight is going to be my last night in this place. My mind drifts as I remember all the good times I’ve
“Mark’s asleep. And about the move-”
I get cut off by Mona’s screams of excitement. “Finally you biatch. And you didn’t say anything this whole time?”
“What the hell are you talking about? Nothing happened you horny animal. That’s all you ever think about. He came over, we watched movies, and he fell asleep on the couch. End of story.”
“Oh I should’ve known better …but one can only hope,” she says deflated. “Maybe after you guys live together, eh?”
“Enough with the sex talk , ok? Look, he was nice enough to help me out. He offered and you know I couldn’t afford the condo on my own, even if I still had my job.”
“I’m sorry girly. You’re right. And yes it was so nice of him to offer. You still should’ve said something. You know my dad would totally pay the lease for another year if he found out you lost your job. He thinks of you as his daughter.”
There was no way in hell I would ever accept his help, but I don’t want to say that to her. Her parents have always been really good to me, but they already helped enough. I have to do this by myself. We are still talking when I hear the soft knock on my door.
“Gotta go. Mark is awake. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” I hang up before she has a chance to say anything else and I open the door.
“Hey,” he says as he brushes a hand through his hair.
“Hey, sorry I hope I didn’t wake you.”
“I was going to head home but wanted to check and see if you’re ok. I can come back tomorrow with some more boxes and help you pack. If you want.”
I know I’m staring but I can’t help it . OhmyGod he looks so good with his messy hair and sleepy eyes, and all crumpled.
“Birdie?” he waves his hands in front of my face.
“Oh sorry. Yeah sure. Tomorrow. Boxes. Sounds great,” I say all fast, trying to catch my breath.
I walk him to the door and then watch him wave goodbye and drive away. As soon as he’s gone I lock my door and lean against it, finally taking a long deep breath. Moving through the living room, I pick up the empty cans of soda, a reminder of Mark’s visit, and arrange the pillows on the sofa. With everything put away, I walk to my room and change back into my pajamas. I wrap the blanket around me, kindle in hand. Not five minutes later my phone buzzed.
Mark – I had fun today
Me – me too
Mark – Have a good night Birdie. I’ll see you tomorrow
Me – k
Once again he found a way to invade my thoughts , leaving me breathless. I know I won’t be able to read tonight. I’ll just close my eyes and dream of him. That’s better than any bestseller I have on my kindle, anyway.
Chapter 8.
Sofia
Sunday morning I wake up at seven as usual and get ready for my day of packing. I am on my second cup of coffee when I hear Mark’s truck pull up. I open the door for him and help carry the empty boxes into the living room. We spend hours wrapping dishes and packing all my stuff. I almost forgot how much crap I’ve accumulated over the years, some stuff so random making me question my sanity at the time of purchase. The books fill up most of the boxes but there is no way I could ever part with them.
Mark takes box after box to the truck . While he’s doing so, I prepare us a few sandwiches for lunch. I am exhausted and it feels so good to sit down and enjoy my first meal of the day.
“Are you sad to move?” Mark asks, his eyes on me.
“A little. I’ve never been very good with change.”
“I know what you mean. I just don’t see this as too big of a change. Not like you’re moving in with a stranger, right? I, for one, am excited to have you move in.” His honesty takes me by surprise. I decide not to say anything and we finish the rest of our lunch in silence. All I can think about is how tonight is going to be my last night in this place. My mind drifts as I remember all the good times I’ve
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