Tough Love

Part 19

It was finally friday. You had been busy with work, texting Paul here and there. Pretty much boiling down to good morning and good night texts between the two of you. You were starting to get worried that he was already losing interest, despite the fact that he mentioned earlier in the week that he wanted to take you out to dinner. Which you were still skeptical about all together, just waiting for the other shoe to drop when it came to his interest in more than just your body.

You clicked your phone on, looking at the message app to see if he would text you back more than the good morning message he sent back to you. But then you thought to yourself that he might be thinking the same thing about you, which was why he wasn't texting you back.

Sighing, you texted him back, looking around to make sure no one caught you texting while working.

"Can't wait to hear about the dinner plans for tonight! Hope you have a great day!" you texted, clicked your phone off and got back to work.

***

You walked into your apartment dead tired. Putting your bag on the couch and toeing each of your shoes off. Feeling the instant relief of the pressure on your feet leaving them.

Walking to your room, you had your phone in hand and clicked it on, checking the messaging app and perking up at seeing the notification that Paul actually texted you back. You scrolled looking at your message and then scrolled down to see his response and saw just the response of "ok great" but nothing else. No information about time, location or even possible dress-code that would be expected.

Rolling your eyes, the excitement feeling inside of you dropped immediately at that. You had hoped that he would be different then other guys with the ghosting, but you felt like you put your expectations too high once again, as you went into the bathroom to take a shower, putting your phone onto the counter. It buzzed just as you were getting into the shower.

***

Getting out of the bathroom, wrapped up in a robe, you grabbed your phone. Your mind intent on having a relaxing evening in, trying to flip around the circumstance in which you thought your evening would have gone.

Lighting a candle that was on the coffee table and turning on your television you started surfing your phone for some take-out to order.

Your doorbell rang, as you were just looking at food items to order. Putting your phone down on the table, you cinched the robe tighter around your body and re-tied the robe as you walked to the door, and opened it.

Paul was standing there with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, scrolling through his phone and looking up at you.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, as he smiled down at you.

"I had a feeling you wouldn't be ready, so instead I thought I would come to you," he said as you moved to the side as he walked through to your apartment.

"I'm surprised you just didn't use the key,"

"Yes, well that's only for emergency purposes or if you already know that i'll be dropping by," he said as he put the duffel bag on your couch and turned to you, as you were closing the door and crossing your arms across your chest.

"Seriously? I text you about being excited about tonight and you couldn't even take the time to text me back details? And you think it's just a-okay to show up here, with whatever you have in that bag?" You questioned, but you couldn't help your sweeping gaze of him. Taking in his attire, from his obviously expensive shoes to his jeans and then to the long sleeved button up shirt that he wore. Your eyes stayed glued for a second to the jewelry around his neck for a second too long, because when you got to his face, he was looking at you with a raised brow.