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I narrowed my eyes. “Andy, I really don’t know.” I shifted my weight from one foot to the other.
“Just say yes.” Andy’s eyes flickered with anger. “Just say yes, June. Just one dinner.”
“Okay,” I said quickly. “Fine. But I’ve got to get back to class, Andy. Bye!”
Turning on my heel, I jogged in the other direction. I was only grateful that Andy didn’t follow me.
Back in my classroom, Ruth had things under control. I flashed her a grateful smile as I took my place at the front of the class. In a span of just a few minutes, I’d gone from feeling bad to worse. I couldn’t believe that Andy had pressured me into saying yes. I didn’t even like him! I just felt obligated, and he was so pushy that I couldn’t stand it.
I sighed. “Okay, class,” I said. “Please take out your copies of Misty of Chincoteague and turn to Chapter Two.
“Yes, Miss Rogers,” the class echoed in unison.
At least I’m doing one thing right, I thought as I lifted my copy from my desk and began to read. So at least there’s that.
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By the time the bell rang at the end of the day, I couldn’t wait to get home. A low-grade migraine had started to throb at the back of my neck and my eyeballs were aching with tension. The only good thing was that Andy was leaving me alone…even if I was trapped into going on a date with him sometime in the nearby future.
When I got home, Angela was still at work. I took a long hot shower until the water ran cold, then wrapped myself in a fluffy bathrobe and made a mug of hot chocolate. Just as I was curling up on the couch with Wuthering Heights, the door flew open and Angela stalked in.
“I can’t believe it,” Angela said. She groaned. “There’s something outside for you.”
I narrowed my eyes. “What?”
Angela smirked. “Go and see,” she said. “It must’ve come after you got home.”
I frowned. “I thought I heard someone ringing the buzzer,” I said. “But I guess I thought I imagined it. I was in
the shower,” I added.
“You’re so spacey,” Angela said. She rolled her eyes. “Go and see. I promise, you’ll like it.”
Cramming my feet into an old pair of slippers, I went out into the hall. When I saw, what was waiting for me, I gasped. An enormous display of white roses, shaped perfectly like a cube, was waiting for me. It was easily the most beautiful display I’d ever seen. When I saw, the card marked with ‘June,’ I shivered.
“Can you help?” I called. “These things are heavy!”
The flower cube had a convenient little pedestal stand and Angela and I worked hard to push it into our apartment. Soon, the whole flat was filled with the delicious scent of roses.
“You’re lucky I like floral scents,” Angela said sarcastically. “That’s the biggest bouquet I’ve ever seen!”
“I know.” My mouth felt dry and I walked in slow circles around the cube of white roses, gently brushing the tips of my fingers against the petals.
The card read: “June – I can’t wait to be with you again. You’re even softer than these roses. Thomas.”
I blushed. “I can’t read this out loud,” I confessed. “You read it.”
Angela held the card in her hands. As her lips moved over the words, she blushed and her mouth formed a small ‘o.’
“Wow,” Angela said. “He really likes you!” She laughed. “And I hope you didn’t do anything that would make my dress need to be dry-cleaned.”
“Definitely not,” I said quickly. I recounted how Thomas had touched me in the restaurant and in his car. “But it didn’t go further than that,” I said, blushing hotly. “I wanted it to, though.”
“I bet,” Angela said dryly. She tucked the card down into the beautiful white roses. “These really are gorgeous,” she said. She sniffed. “No one has ever even sent me carnations,” she added sourly.
I laughed. “Want me to ask Thomas if he has any single billionaire friends?”
“Oh, could you?”
