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Thank you?
You’re welcome?
How many times have you watched it back in your head?
“You should probably erase that memory card.” Solid choice Carter. “It’s not like the ending was good anyways.” I keep the movie reference going, lightening the mood with playful banter instead of more sexually charged confessions.
He doesn’t respond and we finish our meal in silence. I clear our mess when he is done eating.
“I’m gonna get outta here but I need to take a piss. Bathroom?”
I gesture toward the miniature hallway leading towards my room, the bathroom opposite it. It’s not like he can get lost, there are only two options. I secretly hope he won’t find himself snooping through my stuff.
While he is gone, I quickly reply to Rory and let her know I made it home, apologizing for not texting her sooner. I doubt I will hear back from her before I crash into my sheets but at least she knows I’m safe. We look out for each other, no matter what.
BK stalks back into the living room, wiping his hands on the thighs of his dark jeans.
“I didn’t see a hand towel and I didn’t want to wipe my hands off on your towel hanging up or something.”
“My bachelorette pad comes at a heavy price, which didn’t afford me the luxury of separate towels for only hands. I haven’t been working steadily since I graduated so things have been tight.” There we go again with more confessions.
“Knowing that, I will be sure to thank my hand towels when I get home,” he replies with a smirk, making me want to inflict pain on every inch of his annoyingly handsome face.
I stride to the door ensuring he gets the hint he has overstayed his welcome.
“Oh and Carter,” he pauses in the doorway, lowering his mouth next to my ear. With our closeness, I can feel the rise and fall of his chest coupled with each exhale tickling along the shell of my ear.
“It’s not always just the ending that counts. Give the supporting cast some credit for the work they put into it, darling.”
Then he is gone, leaving me propped against the doorframe and my whole mind in a puddle on the floor.
Ihaven’ttalkedtoBK since our…interesting encounter last night. Imagine my surprise when I went into the bathroom before bed only to find my toilet paper hanging the wrong way.
He didn’t text me his coffee order this morning like he normally does. Clearly the trend isn’t that he does it’s that he doesn’t. Yet here I wait in line to order what I hope he is in the mood for today.
I have learned to ignore most of the coffee shop patrons, knowing they are mostly in their own little world anyways and not paying attention to me either. Yet when I hear the familiar low chuckle from my past, I can’t help but search for him.
A few people separate us in line, his fingers tangled with a beautiful blonde who is matching his chuckle with her little giggles. I snap my attention back forward, knowing they didn’t see me and secretly hoping he won’t.
I get to the counter, give BK’s order and slide to the side, turning my body away from everyone waiting in line. I flip through a magazine while I wait, anything to make myself look busy and not like I am panicking inside.
I flip to the horoscope page, not like I was looking for it but here we are. I find Aries and instantly want to throw the publication across the shop.
The position of the planets today means that you have a great chance to team up with someone who may well become a more permanent fixture in your life. While today may be a first date, or perhaps a chance meeting, you will realize how much you share in common. You will want to explore the relationship further and spend a lot more time in each other's company.
A first date? Fat chance of that.
Team up with someone who will become permanent? Unless BK is going to adopt me as his permanent coffee fetcher, that’s also not happening.
“Carter? I thought that was you! Hey, how are you?” Crap, wish not granted. It’s like this horoscope was trying to warn me that he for sure saw me and, of course, he would say hello. Breathe, Carter, fix your face before you turn around.
“Oh, hey, Warren. I am good, grabbing coffee for my…boyfriend.” Wow, Carter, that was so stupid. Seeing him with her, even more up close than when they were laughing in line, has made my whole brain short-circuit.
Lie. Lie. Lie.
The only other lie I have ever told Warren was that I had an orgasm. This lie seems monumentally worse. What if he spreads it around? Tells someone who tells another someone who leeks it to someone who writes things on the internet for other people to read.
“Boyfriend, huh? That’s awesome! I am so happy for you,” he starts before I interrupt him with more word vomit.
