You didn’t have to say it. I can see it in your eyes. I have BIG plans for Saturday. Big plans. You better be ready.
Should I bring a weapon? Running shoes? Prepared to commit a crime of some sort?
You are never planning our dates
Dates?
hangouts
Anyway, what level of criminal are we getting up to
No criming. Maybe some dancing. Look hot but comfortable. And wear your hair down.
... okay
:)
Jackson textsme throughout the week. Nothing major, just small texts to remind me he’s thinking of me. Work keeps me plenty busy thankfully. Distractions are always welcome. In the middle of the week, I’m sitting at my desk, working diligently on a time-sensitive project, when my doorbell rings.
Not expecting anyone, I ignore it. Probably just a delivery I forgot about. Time passes by until suddenly, my phone rings and Jackson’s name flashes across the screen. That’s odd. We haven’t progressed to calls yet.
“Yes?” I answer.
Jackson laughs into the phone. “That’s how you answer the phone?”
“When it’s you.”
“Go check your front door,” Jackson orders, tone low and firm. A shiver crawls down my spine.
“Is there a bomb?”
“Maybe.”
Curiosity piqued, I pad out of my office, and towards the front door. Honey peeks at me from where she lies on the sofa, curled up in a tight ball. Must be nice. I open the front door but there’s no one there.
“I thought you were going to be standing here,” I say, disappointment clear in my voice.
“Look down,” Jackson murmurs softly.
My gaze lands on a bouquet of burnt-orange roses, almost the exact shade of my hair. “You sent me flowers?”
“Absolutely. Do you like them?”
I carefully set the fragrant flowers down in the middle of the kitchen island. “No one has ever bought me flowers.”
Jackson gives a pleased hum. “So, I’m the first?”
I bark out a loud laugh. “Jesus, you’re ridiculous. Sure, you’re the first man to send me flowers.”
“Good. Are you excited for this weekend?”
Honey wanders into the kitchen to inspect what’s going on. Her head tilts at the flowers, before she turns uncaring towards her water bowl. Sweet girl. She shakes once, rattling her collar and tag.
“Wait, is that Honey?”
“Yes, Jackson, I am beyond excited for this weekend. I cannot wait to spend time with you. The highlight of my weekend.”
“Yes, great. Honey?”
