I laugh, heading to the kitchen to put my purse down. "It was amazing but not how you would expect. We stayed up all night talking, and I fell asleep, lying on his lap in the livingroom."
"But you've slept with him before, right?" Robinasks.
I smirk, remembering our time at the club and knowing I need to stay far away from that topic. "We have twice, but this was totally different. I really enjoyed hanging out with him. Then we went to that coffee shop down the street for a couple hours. On our way back, he held my hand then kissed mycheek."
"Dayumn, girl. Look at you. Do I see a relationship blossoming?" Katyasks.
"You think?" I bite my lip, not quite sureyet.
"Hell yes," they say inunison.
"Did you make plans to see each other again?" Robinasks.
I hold up the key with a cheesy grin on my face. "I'm cooking him dinner tonight. He gave me this so I can get what I need prepared before he gets offwork."
“That’s it, girls. He’s taken,” Katy states, walking away with her hands in theair.
I look at both Chantel and Robin, waiting for what normally comes next. “What, no bet?” I tease when they don’trespond.
Chantel huffs. “I’ve already lost enough money on you guys. I saw the way he looks at you. It was only a matter of time. I didn’t need to put money on it.” She winks as she leaves theroom.
This is the one thing I didn't even consider putting on my list because never in my wildest dreams did I think it would actually happen. Tears start to well, and I quickly blink them away. I'm too happy to go down that road rightnow.
10
Dear Diary,
Ispentthe most amazing night with Connor. Seriously amazing! I’ve always had a crush on him, but if I was being honest with myself, it was purely physical. I barely knew the real him. Now that I’m getting to know who he is, it’s so much more than that. I’m falling for him harder than I ever thought possible. Please hold my hand, Diary, so I don’t fall in a way I can’t come backfrom.
Mackenzie
Mackenzie
Icalledmy mom to get the recipe for my favorite meal, chicken piccata. I didn't tell her why I needed it. I lied and said I was making dinner for myroommates.
Between things I already had and stuff I borrowed from my roommates, I was able to gather everything I needed to cook the meal. After a quick trip to the store, I entered his place at six-thirty to get started on the meal after he texted, saying he's leaving worksoon.
Being in his place without him is a trip. A few personal pictures are scattered around, but really it's a typical bachelor pad; simple decor and void of color. I can tell it's home to him by the skiing picture and a poster of Tahoe on the backwall.
I lay out everything I'll need for the meal and prepare the chicken. Just when the grill starts to sizzle and aromas fill the room, Connorarrives.
"Honey, I'm home," he announces and I can tell he's been dying to say justthat.
I smile when he walks around the corner to see me standing at the stove. "How was your day, dear?" I play off his sillymood.
He chuckles, and I love the sound. "It was good. Long but damn, I'm so excited about this meal. Whatchacooking?"
"Chicken piccata. It's my favorite recipe my mommakes."
"It smells so good. I'm going to change real quick." He walks away, and yes, I totally check out hisass.
I'm stirring the wine sauce when he comes back a few minutes later. "Want me to put on somemusic?"
"My music or yours?" Itease.
"Maybe we can compromise. You like classic rock,right?"
"Yeah, that works. So how did you get into this new age rock? From what I remember, you listened to slow R&B songs growingup."
