I'm not convinced. I think she’s lying.
“You would tell me, right? If he was giving you any trouble.”
She sighed. “Yeah, it's fine. Dad is working at sorting something out.”
I needed to keep my eye on this – on her. The thought of something bad happening to her guts me more than I’d like to admit.
I carry on plating up my food. “This smells so fucking good. You are gonna make a sensational wife, you know - you are such a catch.”
She laughs. “I don't think throwing a few things in a crockpot makes me marriage material.”
I spooned some into my mouth. I let out a groan.Damn. So good. She's wrong about that; besides, it’s not just her cooking – it’s her everything.
I went back into the living room with her while I ate dinner and watched some TV together. She’s on the last season of Lucifer - I watched some with her - but I don't get the attraction. After a while, she went to bed - like I said, domestic bliss without the action.
Back to present . . .
Me;I’ll be home soon, just finishing up here. I’d love whatever you are willing to feed me. You in all night?
Blue;Yeah, why?
Me;Got something I wanted to talk to you about.
Blue:You're not throwing me out already, are you?
Me;With your cooking? No way!
Not to mention the fact that her walking around in skimpy clothes is seriously putting a smile on my face. And blue in my balls.
Blue;Haha, see you in a while.
As soon as I arrive home - the same again.
“Hey, Big Guy.”
“Hey. What ya doin?” I groan when I see the TV. “Not Lucifer again?”
She scowls at me. “Fine, I’ll watch it upstairs on my little teeny phone.”
I laugh. “It's fine. I can put up with Tom Ellis for a short while.”
“You have no taste in TV.”
I shake my head and go to walk out of the room.
“So, what is it you wanted to ask me?”
“Can I get my coat off first?” I smile.
Her eyes flash with something...worry? Stress? “No, I've been worried since you text me. Have I done something wrong?”
How can she seriously think that?
“Of course not.” I sigh. “Okay, so first off, I want to say that in no way do I want you to feel obligated.”
Why do I feel nervous? Perhaps it’s because I haven't asked a girl out since I asked Violet out all those years ago.
“I'm listening...”
