“I just remembered I might have to work, just call me and we can figure something out.”
His eyes hold mine.
“Okay?” I smile as I walk to the front door, I open it in a rush. “Goodbye Dylan.”
He stands on the spot and stares at me, he’s trying to figure out what’s going on here, and I can’t tell him because I don’t even know myself.
“I don’t have your phone number,” he replies.
I close my eyes, embarrassed.
I’m clinging to a guy who doesn’t even have my phone number. What the hell is wrong with me?
“Oh… um… of course.” I walk to my handbag, dig out my phone and swipe it open. “What’s your number, I’ll text you.”
He tells me his number, and I send a text.
Hi
His phone dings in his hand, “Got it.”
“Okay.”
His eyes hold mine, “Okay.”
Emotion floods through me, damn it, why do I like him so much?
As if reading my mind, he takes me into his arms and kisses me tenderly. “Have a good day, baby.”
I nod through the lump in my throat, and we hug each other tight.
Did we just have our first fight?
He makes his way down the front steps and out to his car, and before he even gets in, I close the front door and storm down the hall and turn the shower on.
Stop it, Zoe.
Get a hold of these emotions.
Dylan
I sit on the couch and pretend to watch television; I glance at the time on my phone.
9pm.
I called Zoe two hours ago, and she hasn’t called me back yet.
What the fuck is going on?
All was fine this morning and then she just flipped a switch.
And it shouldn’t bother me because we just met…… but it does.
I’ve had a shit day.
My first day off in weeks, and I’ve been wound up like a top.
I like her more than I should.
