wear. Tonight would be strictly casual so my attire should match. I chose my jeans, a tank top with my chambray shirt over it, and flip flops. My reflection looked sloppy as I stationed myself in front of the mirror. At least I was comfortable. As nervous as I was, I could use every little bit of help available. My key was laying on the table so I grabbed it as I trotted out the door. It was seven-thirty; time to face my fears. The door closed behind me as I turned to walk to his cabin. My heart was in my throat as I lifted each step of my feet one by one pounding harder with each footfall I landed. When I reached the front door, I almost turned around to go back. Defeat wasn’t the answer! Only facing my fears would quiet my lack of emotional control.
I knocked on the door and waited breathless. I didn’t have to wait long because Alan was right there smiling down at me. He was wearing tight jeans with a black Sturgis t-shirt tucked into the waist. For once, he wasn’t wearing his biker boots but was barefooted. He winked at me as he caught me staring at his body and I blushed. When I strolled into his cabin the first thing I noticed was the many bouquets of flowers scattered around the room. Realizing they were roses with daisies, my eyes began to tear up as I beamed at him with a big smile.
“You remembered how much I love daisies,” I remarked.
Alan shrugged his shoulders and declared, “I wanted to make things as romantic as possible in this old cabin. I did a lot of thinking this afternoon after I dropped you off. I tried so hard to be gentle with you while encouraging you but when you kept lowering your eyes in defeat, it flew all over me. That is not the fighter I know you are. I also know I drove you too much but I just wanted you to open up to me.”
I went over and breathed in the fragrance of the roses. They smelled so good. “They are beautiful, Alan. Thank you for going to so much trouble. It’s really very sweet,” I grinned thanking him. My eyes moved to the table by the back door which remained open allowing a gentle breeze to blow into the room. The table was set with a table cloth, candles, a dinner for two, and a bottle of wine. Alan stood with his hands in his pockets as I crossed over to look closer at the table.
“You arranged all of this today?” I asked.
“Yes, after I left you at your cabin, I decided to make the evening special regardless of what your decision was. I called the restaurant, talked with the maître d’, and arranged for a quiet dinner. I ordered the house special for the evening which was pot roast brazed in a burgundy wine sauce, with new potatoes, baby carrots, and a small loaf of homemade bread. Dessert would be apple pie with ice cream and caramel sauce. They set up the table for me when they brought the food and wine. I hoped we would have a calm discussion but there is the sparkling wine to loosen the tension if it is needed. I had no idea how the evening would turn out but I prepared for the worst. And even if I ended up losing you tonight that didn’t mean I couldn’t make it special for you. I am afraid of losing you from my life but I will keep my word. I will not fight whatever your decision is,” he told me.
I stroked my hand up his arm to reassure him of my feelings.
“Are you hungry? Here, sit,” he pointed to the chair as he dragged it out for me. “I thought we might as well enjoy a good meal and wine while we have our discussion.”
I sat and looked at the roast with the potatoes, carrots, and bread thinking I was going to end up throwing it all up with my nerves. There was so much food I would never be able to get it all down. He poured a glass of wine handing it to me and I quickly had the glass almost empty. Alan refilled it for me as I was gloriously already feeling that welcome buzz!
We were both picking at our food, not really tasting anything but the wine , which was flowing freely. I finally
I knocked on the door and waited breathless. I didn’t have to wait long because Alan was right there smiling down at me. He was wearing tight jeans with a black Sturgis t-shirt tucked into the waist. For once, he wasn’t wearing his biker boots but was barefooted. He winked at me as he caught me staring at his body and I blushed. When I strolled into his cabin the first thing I noticed was the many bouquets of flowers scattered around the room. Realizing they were roses with daisies, my eyes began to tear up as I beamed at him with a big smile.
“You remembered how much I love daisies,” I remarked.
Alan shrugged his shoulders and declared, “I wanted to make things as romantic as possible in this old cabin. I did a lot of thinking this afternoon after I dropped you off. I tried so hard to be gentle with you while encouraging you but when you kept lowering your eyes in defeat, it flew all over me. That is not the fighter I know you are. I also know I drove you too much but I just wanted you to open up to me.”
I went over and breathed in the fragrance of the roses. They smelled so good. “They are beautiful, Alan. Thank you for going to so much trouble. It’s really very sweet,” I grinned thanking him. My eyes moved to the table by the back door which remained open allowing a gentle breeze to blow into the room. The table was set with a table cloth, candles, a dinner for two, and a bottle of wine. Alan stood with his hands in his pockets as I crossed over to look closer at the table.
“You arranged all of this today?” I asked.
“Yes, after I left you at your cabin, I decided to make the evening special regardless of what your decision was. I called the restaurant, talked with the maître d’, and arranged for a quiet dinner. I ordered the house special for the evening which was pot roast brazed in a burgundy wine sauce, with new potatoes, baby carrots, and a small loaf of homemade bread. Dessert would be apple pie with ice cream and caramel sauce. They set up the table for me when they brought the food and wine. I hoped we would have a calm discussion but there is the sparkling wine to loosen the tension if it is needed. I had no idea how the evening would turn out but I prepared for the worst. And even if I ended up losing you tonight that didn’t mean I couldn’t make it special for you. I am afraid of losing you from my life but I will keep my word. I will not fight whatever your decision is,” he told me.
I stroked my hand up his arm to reassure him of my feelings.
“Are you hungry? Here, sit,” he pointed to the chair as he dragged it out for me. “I thought we might as well enjoy a good meal and wine while we have our discussion.”
I sat and looked at the roast with the potatoes, carrots, and bread thinking I was going to end up throwing it all up with my nerves. There was so much food I would never be able to get it all down. He poured a glass of wine handing it to me and I quickly had the glass almost empty. Alan refilled it for me as I was gloriously already feeling that welcome buzz!
We were both picking at our food, not really tasting anything but the wine , which was flowing freely. I finally
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