Over Him ✔

|Chapter Thirty-Three|

•April's Pov•

 
It was two days after I'd assured myself that Colt wasn't coming back anytime soon and deemed our last conversation as a bit childish and unnecessary, that he stumbled down the stairs, dressed casually in a bright blue wife beater and a pair of black shorts which stopped just below his knees.

"Hey princess," he greets and this only deepens my frown. I hadn't stopped by the house to have lunch so I couldn't tell if he'd come earlier that afternoon or just a few minutes before I'd arrived home from work.

"When did you get home?" I find myself asking but he doesn't respond and strolls into the kitchen to the fridge. With my eyes still trained on him, I push the door shut and take off my coat.

"Didn't someone tell you that it's rude to stare?"

"Didn't someone tell you that it's rude to keep people worried?" I retort, growing irritated. Obviously, there were questions he needed to answer but it seemed like he didn't want to address the tension in the room.

"Look," he tosses the now empty bottle of water into the trash can, "We'll talk about this over dinner. Why don't you go get changed"

I don't turn down his offer but shrug and head up the stairs to do as he's said. The conversation we would have would either be serious or quick. Either way I needed to get something in my system first.

Shutting my bedroom door behind me, I strip out of my work clothes and hop into the shower, scrubbing every layer of sweat and horrid smell of chemicals that may have stuck to my skin. Minutes later I'm out, tugging on one of Colt's shirts and a pair of night shorts.

With my phone in my hand, I head down the stairs, following the enticing smell of something sweet and familiar.

On entering the kitchen, the first thing my eyes zero down on are the plates of hot steaming noodles and the juicy chicken wings seated next to the noodle.

"When did you learn to cook?"

"Martha may or may not have thought me a few things," he replies and I frown.

"You've been at Martha's place this whole time?" He nods and silence lingers in the air before he chuckles ad ushers me to my seat.

"Wanna say grace first?" He asks and at first I search his face, trying to decipher if he's just mocking me but all I see is honesty.

After a minute of grace, the tension settles in, a little thicker.

"Martha asked about you" He finally speaks up, breaking the silence.

"How's she doing?" I ask digging into my food.

"She's alright. Just came down with a bit of cold but she'll be fine." Another cloud of silence hovers between us for a while.

"Look I'm sorry for everything that happened that day. I shouldn't have gone out drinking or even gotten drunk in the first place. That's very unlike me," he sighs. I don't say anything but wait for him to finish talking.

"I shouldn't have gotten drunk, I shouldn't have kept you worried and I'm sorry for whatever it is that I caused during the past couple of hours that I haven't been around. I promised to always be here for you and I'm sorry for breaking that promise."