‘but’ coming?" I ask.
"Vonne invited me too," he says, letting out a sigh.
"And? It's the same ceremony, and we have the same major. What's the problem?"
"I don't want to lead her on, man. I slipped up on Sunday, and I'm leaving."
"Wait. What do you mean you slipped up on Sunday?" He lets out a resigned sigh. I knew it would only be a matter of time till he cracked. A slow grin spreads across my face.
"You're worse than a girl sometimes, you know that," he says annoyed.
"Hold on, I'm just gonna grab some nail polish while you tell me how you slipped up."
"All right, dick. I feel guilty enough as it is."
"You better not fuck this up, bro. That's my girl’s best friend. She'll cut both of our balls off; assuming Vonne doesn't get to them first. What happened?"
"We drove to the services together on Sunday. She thought I might want to have a few drinks with you and offered to drive. Everything was going good, but when we got back to her house, I went inside instead of just getting in my damn car."
"And?" He's killing me here.
"And I didn't leave until the next morning, okay? I feel like such a douche. I like this girl, a lot. I just don't have the time to get into anything serious."
"You were upfront with her from the beginning, right?" I ask.
"Yeah and she swore she wasn't looking for anything serious either. She's leaving to go to San Diego for the summer and I'll be across the country, so it can't work. Right?"
"You're the only one who can answer that. You can make it work if you want it to, but that's a decision you guys have to make. Listen, I hate to cut you short, but I just pulled up to the store. Figure your shit out and get your ass to that ceremony next week."
"I'll go. Just text me the time and place, and I'll be there."
"Cool. I'll talk to you later."
"Later."
Work was exactly what I expected—pure and utter chaos. There were so many files and stacks of papers being flung at me that I'm contemplating wearing safety goggles and a helmet tomorrow. My feet are aching from standing at the copier all day and I’m pretty sure I forgot to eat lunch.
My mouth waters as soon as I step into the hallway. The smell of Italian food overwhelms me. I got a text from Ben about an hour ago telling me to come home hungry. Not a problem since my insides are battling over what organ is going to eat the other first.
A glass of wine and Ben’s smile greet me as I unlock the front door. A girl can get used to this.
"I hope you're hungry." He hands me the glass and presses a chaste kiss to my lips.
"Holy shit. It smells amazing in here."
He reaches for the strap of my purse and leads me over to the table. There are two plates already served.
"Sit," he says while pulling my chair out.
"Yes, sir." I smile up at him and place my glass on the table. He walks over to the seat across from me and sits down.
"Eat," he says pointing a fork at my plate.
"Easy, caveman. Are you planning on talking in complete sentences tonight, or will you continue to speak to me in monosyllables?"
He smiles. "Just try your food, funny girl. Rooming with you is hanging in the balance."
I roll my eyes at him and take the first bite. "Holy orgasm in my mouth. What magical lasagna is this?"
He laughs and follows with a bite of his own. "It's my grandma's recipe. It's my favorite and the easiest to make. You like?"
"I love? You can stay indefinitely if you keep cooking like this," I say between bites.
"Good. That's what I was hoping you'd say," he says smiling over the rim of his glass.
That familiar flutter is back. I love that he is so sure about us, but I'm still scared. My heart says he's it for me, but my head . . . yeah, my head is telling me to be cautious because it's too soon.
"Seriously, this is really good. Thank you," I say mid-chew.
"You're welcome. So do I even want to know how today went?" he asks.
"Let's just say I should have worn my workout gear today. I was in and out of my chair and up and down
"Vonne invited me too," he says, letting out a sigh.
"And? It's the same ceremony, and we have the same major. What's the problem?"
"I don't want to lead her on, man. I slipped up on Sunday, and I'm leaving."
"Wait. What do you mean you slipped up on Sunday?" He lets out a resigned sigh. I knew it would only be a matter of time till he cracked. A slow grin spreads across my face.
"You're worse than a girl sometimes, you know that," he says annoyed.
"Hold on, I'm just gonna grab some nail polish while you tell me how you slipped up."
"All right, dick. I feel guilty enough as it is."
"You better not fuck this up, bro. That's my girl’s best friend. She'll cut both of our balls off; assuming Vonne doesn't get to them first. What happened?"
"We drove to the services together on Sunday. She thought I might want to have a few drinks with you and offered to drive. Everything was going good, but when we got back to her house, I went inside instead of just getting in my damn car."
"And?" He's killing me here.
"And I didn't leave until the next morning, okay? I feel like such a douche. I like this girl, a lot. I just don't have the time to get into anything serious."
"You were upfront with her from the beginning, right?" I ask.
"Yeah and she swore she wasn't looking for anything serious either. She's leaving to go to San Diego for the summer and I'll be across the country, so it can't work. Right?"
"You're the only one who can answer that. You can make it work if you want it to, but that's a decision you guys have to make. Listen, I hate to cut you short, but I just pulled up to the store. Figure your shit out and get your ass to that ceremony next week."
"I'll go. Just text me the time and place, and I'll be there."
"Cool. I'll talk to you later."
"Later."
Work was exactly what I expected—pure and utter chaos. There were so many files and stacks of papers being flung at me that I'm contemplating wearing safety goggles and a helmet tomorrow. My feet are aching from standing at the copier all day and I’m pretty sure I forgot to eat lunch.
My mouth waters as soon as I step into the hallway. The smell of Italian food overwhelms me. I got a text from Ben about an hour ago telling me to come home hungry. Not a problem since my insides are battling over what organ is going to eat the other first.
A glass of wine and Ben’s smile greet me as I unlock the front door. A girl can get used to this.
"I hope you're hungry." He hands me the glass and presses a chaste kiss to my lips.
"Holy shit. It smells amazing in here."
He reaches for the strap of my purse and leads me over to the table. There are two plates already served.
"Sit," he says while pulling my chair out.
"Yes, sir." I smile up at him and place my glass on the table. He walks over to the seat across from me and sits down.
"Eat," he says pointing a fork at my plate.
"Easy, caveman. Are you planning on talking in complete sentences tonight, or will you continue to speak to me in monosyllables?"
He smiles. "Just try your food, funny girl. Rooming with you is hanging in the balance."
I roll my eyes at him and take the first bite. "Holy orgasm in my mouth. What magical lasagna is this?"
He laughs and follows with a bite of his own. "It's my grandma's recipe. It's my favorite and the easiest to make. You like?"
"I love? You can stay indefinitely if you keep cooking like this," I say between bites.
"Good. That's what I was hoping you'd say," he says smiling over the rim of his glass.
That familiar flutter is back. I love that he is so sure about us, but I'm still scared. My heart says he's it for me, but my head . . . yeah, my head is telling me to be cautious because it's too soon.
"Seriously, this is really good. Thank you," I say mid-chew.
"You're welcome. So do I even want to know how today went?" he asks.
"Let's just say I should have worn my workout gear today. I was in and out of my chair and up and down
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