As promised, he arrived
shortly thereafter, pizza box and movie in hand. It was nearly 9:00.
“We’re going low-key tonight,”
he said. “I hope you like pepperoni.”
“Actually, I’m a vegetarian,”
I said.
“Are you serious? I had no
idea. I will personally pick each and every little pepperoni off this pizza for
you,” he said as he sat the box on the kitchen counter. I could tell he
genuinely felt bad. “Or I’ll go and pick up a cheese pizza just for you.”
“I’m totally kidding.
Although when you said Zestos, I assumed we were eating there.”
“That was the original plan,”
he said. “Then I got called into work. Is this not okay?”
Actually, it had been a long
time since I’d had a low-key night in with a guy. I kind of liked it. It felt
sort of like the old days, sort of like a cozy relationship.
“You’re just lucky my
roommate is out tonight,” I said. “What movie did you get?”
“Sunset at Rose Manor,” he
said. “The movie store clerk said it’s the best chick flick out right now. I
hope you haven’t seen it.”
“Nope, sure haven’t,” I said.
How considerate of him to rent a chick flick for me. I didn’t dare tell him I
wasn’t into movies.
I began getting out plates
for the pizza and grabbed a couple of beers from the refrigerator.
“A girl after my own heart,”
Kevin said, smiling.
“These are actually LaLa’s.
She won’t mind though,” I said.
I popped in the movie and
finally sat down to eat. I turned around to figure out where I was going to
sit, and he patted the sofa cushion next to him. He looked so cute sitting
there, noshing on pizza in jeans and a t-shirt. He was a far cry from the suit
and tie guy I’d met earlier in the week. I was relieved to know he wasn’t so
buttoned up all the time. I felt really comfortable around him already.
As we finished the last of
the pizza, we both leaned back onto the couch. The movie was a little boring,
and I could tell he wasn’t even into it. Still, it was nice to just sit there
with a guy. It made me realize how much I missed being in a relationship.
Then, as if we were in junior
high, he slowly slipped his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. As soon
as he touched me, a little part of me melted. My legs felt rubbery, and somehow
I felt brave enough to lean into him. He smelled familiar, and I was pretty
sure he was wearing the same cologne Antoine used to wear.
My eyelids started to feel
heavy, and I decided to rest them just for a little while. I took a deep breath
and for a moment forgot where I was. It must have been Kevin’s cologne, but I
felt like I was with Antoine for a split second. It felt like old times. It
just felt comfortable.
I must have dozed off. I was
startled awake by rather annoying sound of Kevin’s cell phone ringing. He
gently slid me off his arm and stood up to take the call. I could barely make
out his form by the glow of the blank, blue TV screen. The movie must’ve ended
long ago, and we’d both fallen asleep.
“Yes, sir,” I heard Kevin
say. “We got Hoover? Really? That’s great. I’m on my way.”
“Leaving?” I asked.
“Yeah, I got called into work
again. We’d been chasing this guy for a while and he finally decided to turn
himself in. I’ve got to go down to the station for questioning. I’ve been dying
to hear his confession,” Kevin said. There was a bit of a twinkle in his eye.
His face lit up when he talked about his job, and I loved that about him. If
only passion for work was contagious.
“What time is it?” I was
still trying to wake up.
“Two thirty,” Kevin said,
slipping his shoes on.
“Ugh,” I groaned. “I have to
get up for work in four hours.”