ordered pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage, hashbrowns and a burger and fries. She laughed and I ordered French toast—again.
While we waited for the food, I told him about the bookstore and he looked amazed. He asked me what I was going to do and then congratulated me when I told him. The whole time his hands were on me. I usually hated when guys would constantly touch me, but this felt different. Not pervy or skeezy , just loving and caring. It was a new thing for me.
We ate and he finished off my food as usual and I looked down to find that it was nearly two a.m.
“It’s almost two. I’m so sorry. Do you have an early class?”
‘I don’t have class until ten . So it’s fine. I live on very little sleep anyway with Dylan.”
“That sucks. So when do I get to see you again?”
20. Owen
God, I was falling hard for this girl. She didn’t play games or give me whiplash with those games people play when they’re dating. One minute they’re up your butt and then the next they’re ignoring you. She didn’t pretend that she was naïve or try to be overly sexy. She didn’t do that thing girls do when you ask them out and they pretend they’re busy or they don’t care. She was just a natural at reeling me in without even trying. Heaven help me if she ever really tried.
She asked me straight up when she was going to see me again.
“I have something planned for tomorrow after practice.”
“Ok, but I’m warning you. Sometimes I get cranky after practice.”
I could not even imagine this girl cranky or mean or angry for one second.
“Ok, I will consider myself warned. But once you see me you’ll forget crankiness.”
“You make me forget all the bad stuff.”
“ One day you’re gonna trust me enough to tell me the bad stuff.”
“Probably the same day you trust me enough to tell me your bad stuff.”
“And what makes you think I have bad things to tell?”
The waitress came and gave us the ticket and I paid it right away and let her keep the change. Nellie got up and we walked out together towards her car.
“You didn’t answer my question.” I tugged on her hand to remind her.
She leaned her back on her car and looked up like she was thinking.
“Sometimes,” she started and reached out to play with the strings of my hoodie , “You look like you’re torn. Like before you kissed me at the library, you looked like you had an angel and a devil on each shoulder. And you got the same look before you sat down in class today. And I don’t know if I’m the angel or the devil, but whichever I am, choose me.”
I stood stunned. She had known me less than a week and had me all figured out. She pecked me on the lips and left me standing there in the parking lot standing on the line that marked where her car was. But instead of feeling betrayed, I felt freed.
Damn it, I let her drive away while I stood there like a jackass.
I got into my car and gave her time to get home before I texted her.
O: You shocked the hell out of me. You know me so well already. I am torn sometimes, but I will always choose you no matter what. And one day, I will tell you the bad stuff. I will see you tomorrow after practice right?
It seemed like hours had passed
While we waited for the food, I told him about the bookstore and he looked amazed. He asked me what I was going to do and then congratulated me when I told him. The whole time his hands were on me. I usually hated when guys would constantly touch me, but this felt different. Not pervy or skeezy , just loving and caring. It was a new thing for me.
We ate and he finished off my food as usual and I looked down to find that it was nearly two a.m.
“It’s almost two. I’m so sorry. Do you have an early class?”
‘I don’t have class until ten . So it’s fine. I live on very little sleep anyway with Dylan.”
“That sucks. So when do I get to see you again?”
20. Owen
God, I was falling hard for this girl. She didn’t play games or give me whiplash with those games people play when they’re dating. One minute they’re up your butt and then the next they’re ignoring you. She didn’t pretend that she was naïve or try to be overly sexy. She didn’t do that thing girls do when you ask them out and they pretend they’re busy or they don’t care. She was just a natural at reeling me in without even trying. Heaven help me if she ever really tried.
She asked me straight up when she was going to see me again.
“I have something planned for tomorrow after practice.”
“Ok, but I’m warning you. Sometimes I get cranky after practice.”
I could not even imagine this girl cranky or mean or angry for one second.
“Ok, I will consider myself warned. But once you see me you’ll forget crankiness.”
“You make me forget all the bad stuff.”
“ One day you’re gonna trust me enough to tell me the bad stuff.”
“Probably the same day you trust me enough to tell me your bad stuff.”
“And what makes you think I have bad things to tell?”
The waitress came and gave us the ticket and I paid it right away and let her keep the change. Nellie got up and we walked out together towards her car.
“You didn’t answer my question.” I tugged on her hand to remind her.
She leaned her back on her car and looked up like she was thinking.
“Sometimes,” she started and reached out to play with the strings of my hoodie , “You look like you’re torn. Like before you kissed me at the library, you looked like you had an angel and a devil on each shoulder. And you got the same look before you sat down in class today. And I don’t know if I’m the angel or the devil, but whichever I am, choose me.”
I stood stunned. She had known me less than a week and had me all figured out. She pecked me on the lips and left me standing there in the parking lot standing on the line that marked where her car was. But instead of feeling betrayed, I felt freed.
Damn it, I let her drive away while I stood there like a jackass.
I got into my car and gave her time to get home before I texted her.
O: You shocked the hell out of me. You know me so well already. I am torn sometimes, but I will always choose you no matter what. And one day, I will tell you the bad stuff. I will see you tomorrow after practice right?
It seemed like hours had passed
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