“No, you are.” She sang the chorus under her breath. “I love this song.”
“I mean, you lived it.”
“Pretty much.” She grabbed my hand, her thumb rubbing over my fingers. “But now I know there’s more to life. So much more.”
I grinned and kissed her forehead because I felt the exact same way.
We sat like that for a while, cuddled together and vibing to the music until the first side of the record was over.
“How are you feeling?” I asked.
She looked at me and smiled. Her eyes were glassy, the green made more vibrant by the red surrounding them. “I feel good.”
“You look like you feel good,” I said with a smirk, even though I was sure I looked the same way. “Are you hungry?”
She nodded.
“I’ll make us something to eat.”
Her face lit up. “That would be amazing. Can you flip the record too?”
“Already planned on it, sweetheart.”
I gave her a throw pillow to use in my place and pushed myself off of the couch with a groan.
Yesterday’s yoga routine had proven to be quite the workout.
I flipped the record and went to the kitchen, sneaking a glance at Pam on the couch. She was slumped against the pillow with her eyes closed, petting Remi, and mouthing the words to “Don’t Do Me Like That.”
She was definitely feeling it. I was just glad she wasenjoyingit.
“Hey, American Girl. What are you in the mood for?” I called out to her over the music.
Her eyes fluttered open and she thought for a second. “Can you make me a grilled cheese?”
While that wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I told her we needed to eat some real food, who was I to deny her? It was her first time having the munchies, after all.
“You got it, pretty lady. One grilled cheese, coming right up.”
I grabbed the butter and cheese from the fridge, and when I turned around, Pam was sitting at the island.
“You didn’t have to get up, babe. I would have brought it over to you.”
She shook her head. “I wanted to keep you company.”
“Well, thank you. Thirsty?” I asked, noticing how scratchy her voice sounded.
She nodded, and when I passed her the water, she drained the glass.
“Gods, you’re wonderful,” she said, wiping her mouth with the sleeve ofmyhoodie.
“Wonderful? You can call me Al.”
She snorted. “I was so worried you were going to think that joke was stupid.”
I flipped her grilled cheese then leaned over the counter to look at her. “It wasn’t stupid at all. That’s how I knew we were going to hit it off. And we’ve been hitting it off every day since.”
I thought about her all day, every day. Wondering what she was doing and when I’d get to talk to her next. Wishing I could see her.
