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Chapter Fourteen
Lindsay
I had butterflies in my stomach. This was the first time I’d been nervous going out with Phillip. It made no sense. We’d been intimate more than once, and we’d been texting each other whenever we were apart. So why does this feel different?
“Has he told you yet where you’re going?” Samantha asked.
“No,” I answered for the millionth time. Maybe it’s all your questions putting me on edge.
“Do you think he’s going to ask you to marry him or something? I mean it sounds like he’s being so…mysterious.”
I shot her a warning look and said firmly, “I swear if that word passes those lips again, you’re going to be at the ER, and it won’t be to visit Marcel, either.”
“What did I say?” she said innocently. I wasn’t buying it.
“You know damn well what you said. I love you, Samantha, but you cannot be butting in my life like this.”
“I’m only trying to help you, Lindsay. And from what I saw, it is working.”
I sighed. “Samantha, what is working is me and Phillip, not anything you’re doing. If anything, I almost stopped seeing him because of your meddling.”
She looked shocked. “Are you talking about the night you blew up in the kitchen at us?” I nodded. “Lindsay, we were just talking. I already told you that.”
“I know what you told me. And I explained why I got so upset.”
“Lindsay, you can’t let what happened when you were seventeen dictate things now.”
“I’m not,” I replied.
“Of course you are. And you’re a wreck right now because you’re afraid you’re falling for the guy and if you do, that means you might get hurt again. Am I right?” Samantha asked.
Screw you.Yes, she was right. I cared more for Phillip than I expected or wanted to. It was easier when I told myself we were just having fun and when it ends, it ends. Even now I think it would hurt if he told me he didn’t want to see me again.
“You know I hate it when you’re right,” I admitted.
Samantha laughed. “You must hate me a lot, because I’m always right,” she teased.
I rolled my eyes and responded, “If you’re always right, then tell me, is this dress the right choice?” I stood up and twirled around.
“You can never go wrong with a sexy black dress. What’s most important is what you’re wearing beneath it,” she winked.
“You’re impossible,” I blurted.
“I just believe in being prepared. And from the sounds coming from your room Thursday afternoon, I’d say you should know I’m correct again.”
I really need to get my own apartment.
We were all grown adults, but I remember how loud Phillip and I had been. If I’d known Samantha was home, I probably wouldn’t have had sex, never mind ride him like a bucking bronco. No matter how much I wanted Phillip, I couldn’t let that happen again. I’m not ashamed of my sexuality, but I’m a private person. I’d been more open with Phillip than with anyone else, but we might need a new plan if we were going to continue our intimate relationship.
“Don’t you have something, or someplace, to be right now?”
“Nope. Marcel doesn’t get off until eleven. Then we’re going out for a bite to eat and I’ll be spending the night at his house.”
Best news so far.“And you’re not coming home at all?” I asked, hopeful.
“Don’t look so happy about that. But, no, I won’t be home.”
I didn’t want her to feel unwanted, even though I was trying to get rid of her. I said, “I’m happy that things are working out with you and that doctor. Marcel seems nice.” And professional. And reserved. I never would’ve pictured the two of them together, but Marcel seemed to be fond of her, too. The apartment filled with flowers seemed to indicate his affection. I just hope their relationship lasts longer than the flowers, because I know Samantha’s track record.
