Page 13 of Down the Aisle
Of course, I couldn't fault the little guy, nor could I be mad at him. I mean, watching him waddle over with my phone in his hands to give it to me was too adorable. He was only trying to help me and be my good boy.
Bending down to his level, I took my phone from his outstretched hands with a big, warm smile. "Thanks, baby." Igave his little head a rub and kiss before standing back up to look at the contents.
Besides reminders about upcoming jobs, and texts from my boss about said, and new, jobs, the main reason why I dreaded opening my phone was—
Ding!
Hey, check your door. :)
Oh, like that's not creepy at all.
Rolling my eyes, I went against all caution and headed to my front door, opening it with the expectation that he'd be crowding the doorframe. So, it surprised me a little to see the nearly empty parking lot in front of my apartment complex with no hot man in sight. Instead, the only thing I found was a single rose with a to-go cup from Controversial Coffee and a little folded-up note.
I shouldn't be giving you a coffee addiction, but you deserve it.
-Adam S.
P.S. throw away that crap in your cupboard before you burn a hole through your stomach.
Should I be drinking from a random cup delivered to my door? No, probably not, but it smelled rather nice. Well, at least I was home, and the door was locked… though, I wouldn't want to leave Asher stranded for any amount of time if it was drugged. On the other hand, I didn't see why Adam would tamper with my coffee when he wouldn't even be around to reap its effects. Wait, actually—
Okay, this was sweet and all, and thank you, but how do you know where I live? And what I have in my cupboards?
I most definitely did not give him my address during the two weeks we'd been casually texting back and forth. Really, I wasn't ungrateful for the rose and coffee; they were nice—honest! And if this situation of ours was different, then I'd be gushing with somuch happiness that the walls of my place would turn pink and bubbly.
But it was a little weird… Very creepy.
Did you forget I went grocery shopping with you? I saw everything you had in your cart, and I still have the receipt.
Fine, I guess I'd accept his answer. Not like I could argue with him about it because it was all true.
Mary gave me your address the other day when I was at the grocery store. We chit-chatted and I mentioned I wanted to do something nice for you.
Don't worry, I didn't follow you around like some stalker or anything lol!
The ball of tension in my chest unraveled and left my body with a long exhale. That was a relief to hear. Mary knew where I lived because she'd been by a couple of times to drop things off for me and Asher, or to pick up some treats from me for her and her husband.
Oh, okay then!
Thank you :)
It's so lovely! I really love the rose! Roses are my favorite, especially pink and cream ones, and I haven't tried the coffee yet, but it smells good!
Feeling more at ease, I eyed the coffee cup for a second before taking a sip of it. My body tensed up slightly as I prepared myself for the bitterness to bite my tongue, but I found myself relaxing with a surprised raise of my brows when silky, sweet smoothness bathed my tongue.
I rarely got coffee from shops because I hated the bitterness of it; the coffee I made at home was usually drowned in creamer and sugar, basically making it a frappe. Honestly, I was probably breaking all the rules of coffee drinking, but I needed the caffeine to get myself through a whole day; I'd tried energy drinks, but they usually gave me headaches.
Happily smiling to myself, I sipped away at the drink, humming and giggling to myself as I zipped around the house to gather things. I actually had no cleaning jobs scheduled for today, and the weather was pretty decent for once. So, I figured a day at the park would be nice for Asher and me.
Just as I was about to grab Asher, I became distracted when my phone dinged again.
How's the drink? Do you like it?
Also, you busy today?
And there goes my mood. It wasn't Adam's fault for the sourness to my pep. I was a coward who kept avoiding him like the plague. A part of me wanted to give in, go on that date, and have some fun for once. Yet, I couldn't. The thought of leaving Asher to take a moment to myself like that, made my chest tighten with guilt. Also, I didn't think I was ready yet.
What if I put myself out there and got rejected? Yes, Adam might be the one initiating everything right now, but what if he pulled back after finding out the truth? I had so much baggage, and honestly, I probably should have shot him down at the store for both our sakes. Honestly, I have no idea what I'd been thinking!
