Page 62 of Safer Alone
Thinking back, I think he may have done that over the weekend. Then again, maybe he didn’t. Oh well, he confirmed it now, I’m the first. A giddy feeling blooms in my stomach.
“I feel very special, then.”
“You should, Angie, you are special to me.”
I stay quiet. I don’t know how to reply to that. I was happy. I was so happy to know that he considers me special.
“Anyway. I better let you go. I’m sure you have lots to do to get ready for tomorrow. I have a few contracts to look over, myself.”
I feel a small amount of disappointment. He wants to hop off the phone. I know it isn’t because he doesn’t want to talk to me.
“If you have to go, I guess I’ll have to let you.”
His smile is all the reward I need. He doesn’t want to go at all.
“Talk to you tomorrow, beautiful.”
I blow him a kiss. “Night babe. Sleep well.”
He waves at the phone before the connection is lost.
As soon as his handsome face disappears from the screen, I miss him. I’m in too deep. My feelings are developing for him. As hard as I try to keep them at bay, I realize that work is going to be the best distraction possible over the next two weeks. I have to concentrate on getting everything tied up. I would be having two weeks’ vacation after the next two weeks. Two whole weeks of being with Elliot. During that time we would know if we were going to work or not.
I switch off all of the lights and pad into my bedroom, throwing my phone onto the bed. I strip naked and dress in my comfortable sweats. I get comfortable in bed. After plugging my phone into the charger, I roll over and get ready for sleep.
~ Chapter Thirty ~
Lying on my bed cuddling my pillow I’m thinking of Elliot and how our life could possibly be if we end up somehow beating the odds that are stacked against us. Even though we live in entirely different states, I want to believe we will make it work.
Knock, knock, knock. I hear someone at the front door. Rolling off the bed and wandering out towards the front door I stand on my tippy toes to peek out of my spyhole. I see a light brown Teddy Bear with a red bow tied around his neck looking back at me. I take a step back from my door and wonder who this could be. I allow my hand to rest on the handle a moment before turning the knob the whole way to unclasp the lock.
Once fully open I can see the person holding the teddy bear, as though he felt my subconscious calling to him he has appeared here, at my apartment wearing an expensive wool blend black suit, teamed with polished black wingtips, a crisp white button up business shirt, black tie in his signature Windsor knot, eyes the color of the deepest oceans, hair a sandy blond that, although neat, shows signs of hands having run through it recently, a tell-tale sign of nerves and those lips, soft, sexy, and the perfect shade of pink.
“Happy Anniversary, Baby” Elliot announces, offering me the Teddy Bear.
“Happy Anniversary right back at you, Handsome”
I take my gift from his hand and then wrap both of my arms around his neck, pressing my lips to his. I take claim of my man. I kiss him with all the passion resonating inside of me. We are all lips and tongues. I feel his arms snake around my waist pulling my lower body closer to him, pressing against his muscular frame. When we finally break apart, I am breathless, as is he.
I lower my arms from his neck, sliding them down his strong arms until our hands clasp together. I pull him into my apartment and close the door behind us.
Today is going to be a good day. Any day when Elliot and I can be together is a good day in my book.
The sound of my alarm clock waking me up on Monday is horrible. It’s day one of two whole weeks without Elliot. I follow my all-too-familiar routine in an effort to not think about him. He has been on my mind ever since I got home yesterday and then there was the dream last night. A pleasant surprise amongst my never-ending tortuous nightmares that I have been enduring lately. I replay those scenes while following my routine and I manage to get the job done. Even managing to make it to work by 8:30 am.
Jenny is at her desk when I arrive. “Let’s catch up in fifteen minutes,” I say on my way past.
“Sure thing, Ange”
I make my way to my office and close the door behind me. I deposit my bag into the bottom drawer of my desk and pick my coffee cup from the top drawer. I wander out into the kitchen and make a cup of tea. When I get back to my office, James is waiting.
“Hey buddy, how was your weekend?” I ask.
“It was good, nothing exciting to speak of. How about you?”
I open the drawer and select the postcard I bought him back from New York. I reach out and offer it to him.
“It was okay, nothing to write home about though, so I left It blank”. I wink at him.
