“Maybe one day you can find a way to make it work,” I say, holding his gaze.
“Maybe.” He says and with our proximity, I’m not sure if he’s talking about living at the beach or us.
Chapter8
Lasagna and Lilies
Tatum || 15 weeks pregnant, September
In the weeks following our weekend at the beach house, the weight of our situation has been easier to carry. Every time I look at Darcy, I can’t help but want more with her. I almost kissed her that night on the beach. She was wrapped in my sweatshirt, listening to me talk about my dream of living in that house. I can see that she wants it, too, but she’s holding back. I’ve been waffling on asking her out on a proper date, but her job as a data analyst has been leaving her drained. So I am going to do the next best thing and text her best friend.
Me
What’s her favorite meal?
Kodi
Whose…?
Me
You know who.
Kodi
Say it. Out loud.
Ugh, if she was anyone else I would be pissed but Kodi is just antagonizing me so that I have to face the facts. I want Darcy.
Me
Darcy. She’s had a draining week, I want to have dinner ready so she doesn’t have to worry about it.
Kodi
You’ve never offered to cook meals for your friends before. Why are you really doing this?
Me
I told you why already and she’s not just my friend.
Kodi
What does that mean?
Me
I don’t know yet. Now her favorite meal, please?
Kodi
Lasagna, salad-hold the onions and garlic bread. The lady goes crazy for a homemade lasagna.
I chuckle, picturing Darcy jumping up and down when she discovers it’s homemade. I also get a little hard imagining her letting one of her little moans loose like she did for the steaks.
Me
Thank you.
