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Secretly, I can’t wait until it’s our turn to sit at this table on date night and divulge our own news. Vacations, moving in together, an engagement, wedding…I’m getting ahead of myself.
This moment, with Drew accompanying me to date night, not as my friend, but as my date, is all I need right now. If it really is a dream, don’t pinch me. I don’t want to wake up.
16
DREW
I clickmy pen so fast it’s becoming white noise. The engine blueprint hangs on the pinboard in front of me, marked up with red pen.
Click, click, click.
“What else? What else, what else, what else?” I mutter to myself, pacing back and forth.
It has to be perfect before I pull it up off the paper.
I focus in on a corner of the diagram and pull the pen up, hovering it over the drawing.
My phone starts buzzing over and over in my pocket. A call.
When I check the screen, the whole world drifts into the background and a smile spreads across my face.Dana. I shouldn’t be taking personal calls when I’m working, but I’ll never deny her or myself an opportunity to talk.
Even if I just saw her this morning in my bed.
“Hey, babe, how’s it going?” I answer.
Dana answers with a giggle. “Still not used to that.”
I smile and pop into my desk chair, kicking my feet up on the desk. “What?Babe?”
“Yes. And I hope I never do. I like the way it makes me feel.”
I hum and drop the pen on the table. Lean back, close my eyes. “How does it make you feel?”
“Your tone, Drew.”
“What about my tone?”
“Suggestive.”
I smile. “Sorry. Just love hearing your voice.”
“We have to stop with this whole ‘the feeling is mutual’ thing.”
“Do we? I think that makes for a very healthy relationship.”
Dana sighs. “Not used to that either.”
Relationship. Big word, especially for something so new. But there was no use wasting time on dating and being cautious. We’ve been preparing for our relationship for a long time. It’s only felt more and more right with each passing day.
We’ve taken to spending nearly every night together, except for when she’s visiting her dad. Her place, my place, alternating every night. I even have a toothbrush on her sink.
This morning, we awoke in my bed. She doesn’t have clients today, so I let her lay there, peppering kisses across her back. When I went to say goodbye, she pulled me into bed by the collar, kissed me fiercely, and whispered, “Come home soon.”
Home. We don’t share a home together. And yet, we do. Dana is my home. Not my apartment. Not a place. A person.
I think she’s been that for a really long time, actually.
If only my mom could see me now. See how happy I am.
