"Thank you, Lindsey." Trailing down the walkway of my home, my eyes stay locked on the flowers lining the pavement. "I had a really wonderful day." I admit, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.
Sliding his hands into his pockets, he returns the smile. "I had a great day with you as well," he assures as he follows me up the couple of steps that lead to the front door. "I was hoping we could do something like this again?" The way his little dimples melt into his eyes cause me to giggle lightly.
"I would love that." Nodding my head, I pull the house key out of the front zipper of my clutch.
"Great," he lets out a sweet chuckle, waiting patiently while I unlock the door. "Sleep well, Stevie." He backs away slowly, silently telling me that there's nothing more that needs to come with this... Just friends, and friends just says good night to one another- nothing more.
"You too," stepping into the foyer, I turn back to watch him venture towards his car.
Once I know that he's pulled out of the driveway, I slip out of my shoes and head upstairs to the comfort of my bedroom. And when I find myself tucked nice and warm under the comforter, my mind drifts back to Lindsey and the afternoon we shared with one another.
It was exciting to me, more so than I had originally imagined when he asked me to go to lunch... and actually, I feel like it was much more than just that. In some odd way, it felt like two old friends, getting together after a couple of years of pure silence. It was like we had known each other in a past life, or something to that wild extent. It might sound totally obscure, but I felt safe with him.
He was romantic, but not in a way that made it seem as if he were only after one thing... One thing I wouldn't be willing to partake in. No, he was soft and maybe even fragile in way. He has a lot going on in his life- a lot that mirrors what's happening in mine at the moment as well.
I'm sure he also feels like the world is crumbling around him most days of the week...I know that's how it seems to be for me, anyway.
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Sitting in the passenger seat, I try my best to listen to Marissa tell us all the about this elaborate story that is just... just all over the place. She has a wild imagination too, which I actually find hilarious.
"Can we talk about it?" Presley leans forward from the backseat after handing her children each an earbud to keep them occupied.
"Did you have a good time?" Joplin's attention stays locked on the road as we head in the direction of their father.
Nodding softly, I let out a sheepish laugh. "It was nice, girls." I don't really want to go into much detail, not that anything bizarre happened, but it feels weird.
I know I have to get out and be my own person, but I don't think that I need to fill the kids in on everything I do in my free time... I'm a big girl, whether they believe it or not.
"How nice?" Presley smirks, twisting some strands of my hair in between two of her fingers.
Pulling away lightly, I roll my eyes in return. "It was fun." I shake my head quickly, trying to erase whatever image she's already depicted in that crazy head of hers... she also has a really wonderfully vivid imagination.
