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as if he’d done it forever.
“Ok .” I said as I handed him the knife. I stood there watching him and for once in my life I was completely speechless. He poured my fries out onto the plate and stabbed my straw into my drink. He was smiling like he had won the lottery. The fact that he had fixed my plate for me was unbelievably attractive. If he keeps on with all this sweet stuff I will for sure end up head over hills for him in no time at all. He already gives me the nervous jitters, but in a good way, of course.
We all sat down at the table to eat. We joked and laughed as the other would make silly faces. Eric was seemingly comfortable around Mom. That would turn out to be a good thing I’m sure. It gave me a true sense of happiness. A feeling of peace and from that moment on, I knew that this was where Eric belonged with me.
I was getting extremely sleepy as Eric announced that it was time for him to head home. Nothing could prepare me for these moments of separation. It hurt me physically as well as emotionally and the pain of not being near him was excruciating, to say the least.
It was getting late. Mom had already gone upstairs, but I knew that she would more than likely come back downstairs to make sure that Eric had made his way home. He lingered at the front door, holding my hand, and I could tell that he did not want to leave. After he cleared his throat, he thanked me for the meal and for my company.
“Call me when you wake up. Goodnight Princess.” he said as he bent over and kissed me on the cheek.
“I will. Goodnight.”
I locked the door behind him and turned off all of the downstairs lights. As I walked by my parent’s room, I could hear Mom snoring lightly. When I got to my room, I immediately turned off the light.
Eric’s bedroom light came on and I watched him as he moved around his room. He had a stack of laundry lying on his bed. I wanted to talk to him so bad, even though he had just left.
I opened my phone and sent him a text. I see you.
I watched as he picked up his phone and read the message. Spying on me again, are you?
NO! I’m just observing. I sent a reply as my heart pounded almost out of my chest. I watched him as he faced the window and slowly pulled his shirt over his head. My phone buzzed again.
Do you like what you see?
I thought of a million different ways to answer his text, but all of which sounded ill-mannered. The only thing I could politely say was ABSOLUTELY!
What I really wanted to say was can I come over. My hormones were obviously running wild. I took a cleansing breath to erase the tension in my body that he was causing. All I could think of was putting my hands on his bare chest. To touch him, exploring every inch of his body.
As soon as I realized what I was thinking, I hurried to clear my thoughts. All I needed was to mysteriously show up in his bedroom. That would really freak him out. He would never be able to look at me ever again.
Calm down Princess , was the last message I remember getting before I fell asleep.
The sound of a plate shattering woke me from my wonderful dream of Eric and his shirtless chest. I could smell bacon and eggs and it instantly sent a pain through my stomach. I was starving.
Mom hadn't been home enough to cook breakfast in so long that I had almost forgot what it was like. Most of the time I would go down to the diner and get scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. It was good, but not as good as hers. Nothing ever seemed as good as when she does it.
I jumped out of bed and hurried to brush my teeth. I made it to the kitchen in record time. At the doorway it was like I had ran into a brick wall. Eric was sitting on the stool by the bar sipping a glass of orange juice. His plate was already empty. Obviously, Mom had fed him before I had made it downstairs and I was not very sure as to how I felt about that. I
“Ok .” I said as I handed him the knife. I stood there watching him and for once in my life I was completely speechless. He poured my fries out onto the plate and stabbed my straw into my drink. He was smiling like he had won the lottery. The fact that he had fixed my plate for me was unbelievably attractive. If he keeps on with all this sweet stuff I will for sure end up head over hills for him in no time at all. He already gives me the nervous jitters, but in a good way, of course.
We all sat down at the table to eat. We joked and laughed as the other would make silly faces. Eric was seemingly comfortable around Mom. That would turn out to be a good thing I’m sure. It gave me a true sense of happiness. A feeling of peace and from that moment on, I knew that this was where Eric belonged with me.
I was getting extremely sleepy as Eric announced that it was time for him to head home. Nothing could prepare me for these moments of separation. It hurt me physically as well as emotionally and the pain of not being near him was excruciating, to say the least.
It was getting late. Mom had already gone upstairs, but I knew that she would more than likely come back downstairs to make sure that Eric had made his way home. He lingered at the front door, holding my hand, and I could tell that he did not want to leave. After he cleared his throat, he thanked me for the meal and for my company.
“Call me when you wake up. Goodnight Princess.” he said as he bent over and kissed me on the cheek.
“I will. Goodnight.”
I locked the door behind him and turned off all of the downstairs lights. As I walked by my parent’s room, I could hear Mom snoring lightly. When I got to my room, I immediately turned off the light.
Eric’s bedroom light came on and I watched him as he moved around his room. He had a stack of laundry lying on his bed. I wanted to talk to him so bad, even though he had just left.
I opened my phone and sent him a text. I see you.
I watched as he picked up his phone and read the message. Spying on me again, are you?
NO! I’m just observing. I sent a reply as my heart pounded almost out of my chest. I watched him as he faced the window and slowly pulled his shirt over his head. My phone buzzed again.
Do you like what you see?
I thought of a million different ways to answer his text, but all of which sounded ill-mannered. The only thing I could politely say was ABSOLUTELY!
What I really wanted to say was can I come over. My hormones were obviously running wild. I took a cleansing breath to erase the tension in my body that he was causing. All I could think of was putting my hands on his bare chest. To touch him, exploring every inch of his body.
As soon as I realized what I was thinking, I hurried to clear my thoughts. All I needed was to mysteriously show up in his bedroom. That would really freak him out. He would never be able to look at me ever again.
Calm down Princess , was the last message I remember getting before I fell asleep.
The sound of a plate shattering woke me from my wonderful dream of Eric and his shirtless chest. I could smell bacon and eggs and it instantly sent a pain through my stomach. I was starving.
Mom hadn't been home enough to cook breakfast in so long that I had almost forgot what it was like. Most of the time I would go down to the diner and get scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. It was good, but not as good as hers. Nothing ever seemed as good as when she does it.
I jumped out of bed and hurried to brush my teeth. I made it to the kitchen in record time. At the doorway it was like I had ran into a brick wall. Eric was sitting on the stool by the bar sipping a glass of orange juice. His plate was already empty. Obviously, Mom had fed him before I had made it downstairs and I was not very sure as to how I felt about that. I
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