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All too soon he came, leaving me only half way there.
“Damn you,” I hissed.
“Oh, I’m just getting started.”
DAY 7
LEVI
“I might have gone a little overboard,” I said, looking around at the broken objects in her room.
“You think?” she asked, as she picked up the broken lamp.
“In my defense, the distance from your front door, to your bed, is far too long.”
“In the week you’ve been here, the distance hasn’t changed!”
“And how many times did we actually make it to your bed?” I asked, and she just rolled her eyes.
Exactly.
I grabbed the broom and helped her clean up the mess we—I— had made. The damage, equaling both her bedside lamps, a picture frame, an alarm clock, the wall paper over her bed which was torn, and one of her bed legs, now wobbly.
“You aren’t going to let me pay for any of this, are you?”
“You’re going to try and find a way to pay for it, aren’t you?” she countered already knowing where my mind was going.
I was already thinking of ordering the things and having it shipped to her. “As long as we’re on the same page.”
“You order it, and I’ll return it.”
“You return it, and I’ll order it again.”
“Why are you so damn stubborn?”
“Said the queen of stubbornness,” he grinned.
She sighed, “Fine. I will pick out the things, and you can order them for me.”
“You can’t pick out the cheapest things,” I told her, knowing full well she would probably go to the thrift store.
“Levi, you aren’t you supposed to meet me halfway here? This is a compromise. I’m letting you replace the things, and I get to choose what they will be.”
“It’s a great compromise, with the exception of what you’re choosing. For it to be a true compromise, you have to let me buy you something of equal or better value, than what I broke.”
She shook her hands at me like she was trying to reach for my neck. “This is why people hate lawyers!” she screamed in frustration.
“I know, right?”
“I need to get myself some breakfast, before you drive me insane,” she muttered, taking my hand as she led me out of the room.
Today was the last day, and instead of heading over to my place, we decided late last night—or rather early this morning— to finish off the day here.
Watching her make breakfast for the last time, I felt the urge to ask for more time… but I didn’t want to be that guy.
We’d made a deal, and she didn’t look like she was backing out of it, and neither should I...
“What’s wrong?”
