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We've been dating for three months. If I'm at the bakery, he pops in to see me, much to Florence's dismay. Heck, he's even gone on picnic in the park dates with me three or four times a week just to see April, who has fallen in love with him. Me, I'm not sure how I feel, yet. I know my heart flutters when I see him, and I feel sick when I don't hear from him after a few hours. Phil says I'm in love with him, and it's okay to be, but I don't know.
I've never been in love, so how should I know?
I quickly put on my dark brown cowgirl boots, smiling at the memory of Phil's reaction from three months ago.
I pull up outside the apartment complex before getting my girl out. Her eyes have teared up again. I sigh, rubbing my nose against hers as I carry her inside. I don't understand why she latched onto the biker, Jonny, the way she did. I mean, I can't really blame her. He's over six feet tall, full of muscles and tattoos that make my lady bits tingle, which has never happened to me before. She was obsessed with the lip ring on his full bottom lip. Also, his brow is pierced, and his black hair is messy on top and short on the sides. His piercing blue eyes looked at me with such intensity that I thought I would pass out.
The man was a work of art.
Sighing, I grunt as I walk up the last flight of stairs, wishing this place had an elevator.
When I get to my door, Phil automatically opens it with a grin, which soon fades, and he furrows his brows at a teary-eyed April. "What happened?"
April starts to cry again, making me groan, knowing her problem. I pass her over to her daddy and walk inside. Mom is in the kitchen, her brows furrowed, looking at her granddaughter.
"What's up with my squishy?"
I snort at her new nickname. Last week, it was pumpkin pie.
"Where do I start?"
Phil comes over and passes April to her grandmother before they both look at me. April leans her head on my mom's shoulder, and I swallow hard.
I look at Phil and mutter, "I may have gotten a date with a biker—no thanks to your precious daughter there."
They both blink at me before, and very slowly and extremely creepily, I might add, grin.
"How?" Phil asks, and I sigh before I explain to them how April latched onto him. The further into the story I get, the wider their grins grow, weirding me out. By the time I'm finished, they're both basically bouncing on the balls of their feet, and I shake my head at them.
"Don't get too excited. This will probably just be one date and he’ll never ask me out again."
I blink as Jonny's voice echoes through my door, and I smile a little, grabbing my jacket. One date turned into two, then three, and so on. For the last three months, we must have been out together, as a couple, over twenty times. The other times, April has been with us.
I know I told them not to get their hopes about my new dating life. I was apprehensive, to say the least. But, that first night, when he picked me up on his bike and when I told Phil his name was Jonny, Phil and Mom basically squealed like little schoolgirls.
Turns out only the women they see a future with are allowed on the back of their bikes. Also, they are the only ones who are allowed to call them by their given names. Jonny’s club road name is Smokey, apparently.
Shaking my head, I leave my room and head to the small living area. I smile seeing Jonny talking to Mom like they've known each other for years, while my mother looks at him with wedding bells in her eyes. I want to snort; it's been three months, and he may still get fed up with me.
Stopping at the black couch, I clear my throat, making him look my way. A smile automatically appears on his face, causing me to smile back. He takes in my simple outfit of skinny jeans and a red sweater, while I look over his cut, black V-neck t-shirt, showcasing his tattooed arms, and dark-washed jeans.
The man should be a model.
He looks around the room, furrowing his brows. "Where's Little Red? She's normally hanging off my arm right about now."
I grin as my mom chuckles at his pout.
"She's with her daddy for the next two nights."
He frowns but nods. I have yet to speak much about Phil to him. He knows things didn't work out, just not why. I still feel like it's Phil's secret to tell, even though it's no longer a secret. That night wasn’t the best night for either of us, but it’s worse for him. If anything, it’s up to him to tell Jonny once they finally meet.
He clears his throat. "You ready then, Freckles?"
I nod as he kisses my mom's cheek, making her grin wide before he heads my way. Once he’d close enough, he wraps his arm around my waist then dips his head, his lips touching mine gently, making my stomach flutter.
It's not our first kiss, but it feels like it every time.
Twenty minutes later, Jonny is pulling up to some metal gates. A man with a cut opens them and waves at me. I wave back before gripping Jonny's cut again as he takes off down the road, past the big metal warehouse, and down a dirt path. He pulls up in front of the most beautiful Victorian-style cottage. It's a light yellow, with a white wrap-around porch.
