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Authors: Regina Bartley
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Stop overthinking it Tori.
I went to bed that night with only him on my mind and the way he made me feel. Tucking the cover tightly under my chin, I hoped that thinking of him would bring me good dreams and less pain.
Chapter Eleven
A date with death
“Hey, sleeping beauty. You’ve been asleep all day?” Bo ran his fingers along my cheek.
“What time is it?” I asked stretching my stiff muscles. The rumble in my stomach meant that I must’ve skipped a meal.
“Well, I’m already home from work, and I believe you’re in the exact same position that I left you in this morning.”
His wit didn’t go unnoticed. Bo was cheeky. It was one of the things that I loved about him.
I rose up off my pillow and combed my fingers through the rat’s nest that was my hair. I must’ve looked horrible. I’d been sleeping all day, literally all day.
“I can’t believe I slept so long. Ugh, I must look a mess.” Leaning down towards my shoulder I sniffed just to make sure that I didn’t stink.
Bo laughed. Reaching out his hand, he pulled me up off the bed slowly.
“How do you feel?”
I took a deep breath, but I couldn’t deny it. “Hungry,” I admitted.
He flashed a smile at me, the one that turned my insides to mush. “Good, because I’m taking you out for dinner tonight.”
It sounded great. “But I don’t have anything to wear. I only brought three days worth of clothing with me, and well, yesterday was day three.”
His eyes moved around the room like he was assessing the situation. There was no solution that I could think of, unless we had time to do laundry.
He clapped his hands together. “I’ve got it. How about while you take a shower,” he grinned. “I’ll go get take out and bring it back here. In the meantime, you can throw your dirty clothes into the wash.”
“Alright, that sounds good actually.”
He showed me where the bathroom was, and the fresh towels. Then he left to grab us some food, which he said was a surprise. Thank goodness I wasn’t a picky eater. I’d eat almost anything except oysters. Yuck!
After my long, much-needed shower; I put on the same nightclothes from before. So, the shower was useless. At least I was comfortable though.
I picked a comfy spot on the couch and flipped through the channels until Bo got back. His arms were overflowing with bags, and the smell was unbelievable. It was chicken. I’d know that smell anywhere. My mouth was watering.
“Thank you, this smells delicious. What time will your Dad be home?” I asked.
“He only works four days a week, so his hours are usually long. He usually gets in around eight thirty or nine.”
I helped him unpack the massive amounts of food from the bags. There was seriously enough to feed an army, far too much for just the two of us. I didn’t even know where to begin. It looked so good.
“I didn’t know what you liked, and I figured Dad would love the leftovers.”
Inhaling deeply, I moaned at the smell. Was there anything that smelled better than fried chicken?
I couldn’t think of anything.
Funny how you can recognize certain things by smell, like chicken, or gasoline, or even Bo. He smelled like cologne. Not the kind of cologne that was strong, but like the cologne that was just barely there so that you knew he smelled amazing, but it softly lingered.
Bo was staring at me funny.
I was oblivious to my surroundings because I wasn’t used to the company. I’d set myself up for embarrassment way too many times with him. Letting my mind wander to far off places, and thinking out loud. Every time he stared at me I’d get tongue-tied and have to look away. I was a social disaster, clearly a loner. This whole sharing my space with others was going to take to some getting used to.
“Sorry.”
“No, continue.” He cleared his throat. “I was enjoying it.”
Again with the comments… Could my face be any redder?
“I want to get to know
Stop overthinking it Tori.
I went to bed that night with only him on my mind and the way he made me feel. Tucking the cover tightly under my chin, I hoped that thinking of him would bring me good dreams and less pain.
Chapter Eleven
A date with death
“Hey, sleeping beauty. You’ve been asleep all day?” Bo ran his fingers along my cheek.
“What time is it?” I asked stretching my stiff muscles. The rumble in my stomach meant that I must’ve skipped a meal.
“Well, I’m already home from work, and I believe you’re in the exact same position that I left you in this morning.”
His wit didn’t go unnoticed. Bo was cheeky. It was one of the things that I loved about him.
I rose up off my pillow and combed my fingers through the rat’s nest that was my hair. I must’ve looked horrible. I’d been sleeping all day, literally all day.
“I can’t believe I slept so long. Ugh, I must look a mess.” Leaning down towards my shoulder I sniffed just to make sure that I didn’t stink.
Bo laughed. Reaching out his hand, he pulled me up off the bed slowly.
“How do you feel?”
I took a deep breath, but I couldn’t deny it. “Hungry,” I admitted.
He flashed a smile at me, the one that turned my insides to mush. “Good, because I’m taking you out for dinner tonight.”
It sounded great. “But I don’t have anything to wear. I only brought three days worth of clothing with me, and well, yesterday was day three.”
His eyes moved around the room like he was assessing the situation. There was no solution that I could think of, unless we had time to do laundry.
He clapped his hands together. “I’ve got it. How about while you take a shower,” he grinned. “I’ll go get take out and bring it back here. In the meantime, you can throw your dirty clothes into the wash.”
“Alright, that sounds good actually.”
He showed me where the bathroom was, and the fresh towels. Then he left to grab us some food, which he said was a surprise. Thank goodness I wasn’t a picky eater. I’d eat almost anything except oysters. Yuck!
After my long, much-needed shower; I put on the same nightclothes from before. So, the shower was useless. At least I was comfortable though.
I picked a comfy spot on the couch and flipped through the channels until Bo got back. His arms were overflowing with bags, and the smell was unbelievable. It was chicken. I’d know that smell anywhere. My mouth was watering.
“Thank you, this smells delicious. What time will your Dad be home?” I asked.
“He only works four days a week, so his hours are usually long. He usually gets in around eight thirty or nine.”
I helped him unpack the massive amounts of food from the bags. There was seriously enough to feed an army, far too much for just the two of us. I didn’t even know where to begin. It looked so good.
“I didn’t know what you liked, and I figured Dad would love the leftovers.”
Inhaling deeply, I moaned at the smell. Was there anything that smelled better than fried chicken?
I couldn’t think of anything.
Funny how you can recognize certain things by smell, like chicken, or gasoline, or even Bo. He smelled like cologne. Not the kind of cologne that was strong, but like the cologne that was just barely there so that you knew he smelled amazing, but it softly lingered.
Bo was staring at me funny.
I was oblivious to my surroundings because I wasn’t used to the company. I’d set myself up for embarrassment way too many times with him. Letting my mind wander to far off places, and thinking out loud. Every time he stared at me I’d get tongue-tied and have to look away. I was a social disaster, clearly a loner. This whole sharing my space with others was going to take to some getting used to.
“Sorry.”
“No, continue.” He cleared his throat. “I was enjoying it.”
Again with the comments… Could my face be any redder?
“I want to get to know
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