All I Know | Bojan Cvjetićanin

11. Are You Asking Me Out On A Date, Young?

Eva's POV

The next day things were ...normal. But at the same time, they weren't normal at all. I felt free. I felt like I could move freely, without having to look over my shoulder. But at the same time, something felt off. I was missing his hand touching mine when we talked, the way he'd look at me when he was strumming his guitar. All those hints I previously was too blind to see.

I wondered if Bojan was feeling the same. I could only assume he wanted to give me space, because I had asked for it after all. And that he didn't want to overstep any boundaries. While the truth was that things just felt so unnatural. So ...not Eva and Bojan. Not us.

I just needed to be alone with him for one moment. One moment was all I needed to say what I needed to say. I hadn't yet figured out what I wanted to say. I tend to be the kind of person to plan these kinds of things out to perfection. To run thousands of different scenarios through my head and so I could be prepared for anything. But there was something... something inside me that gave me the reassurance that things were going to be alright either way. It just had to happen today, we only had five more days together until he would be heading back to Slovenia, and not much later I'd be off to LA for work.

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After another session in the studio, the seven of us were gathered in my backyard, enjoying a beer as we talked about today, and our plans for tonight. Jan and Jure were set on having another barbecue because the other one ended up so well. And I was more than happy to let them have their barbecue, I just had other things on my mind.

The moment Bojan got up to grab a new round of beers from the fridge, I offered to be his extra set of hands. I followed him back into the house, not looking back as I knew us going somewhere together would cause stares from the others.

Bojan seemed to know I wanted to talk with him, as he didn't stop to grab the beers, but instead turned to face me.

"I've been thinking about yesterday." I started off. It was hard to read Bojan's expression. The corners of his mouth were turned up as if he was eager to hear what was coming, but his eyebrows were furrowed in a way that might suggest he was anxious to hear what was coming, as if he was scared I was going to push him away again. "I've been thinking about it nonstop." I continued with a smile and reached to hold his hands in mine. "I don't want to be afraid of how I feel. I don't want to look back and wonder what could've been. The truth is, you've been able to start taking down my walls. And I'm ready to destroy them completely. With you, if you'll still have me. And I figured it'd be nice to have dinner together tonight. Just the two of us."

As I was talking, the worry on Bojan's face quickly disappeared to make place for that goofy smile of his I had grown to love. "Are you asking me out on a date, Young?" He asked playfully while swinging our hands back and forth.

"I guess I am." I laughed. The word date made it seem like this big thing, but I couldn't really say that it wasn't a date.

"I'd have to say no than." My face fell. This was the complete opposite of things being alright. Why was he saying this? And how could he still be smiling like that? "But only because I want to be the one to ask you on our first date. So, will you go on a date with me tonight?"

I laughed and playfully pushed against his chest. "You're the worst, Cvjetićanin." I grinned. "And although I think it's incredibly sexist that you won't let me take you out on a date, I'm more than happy to accept."

"Who said anything about sexist?" Bojan said playfully. "I liked you first, that gives me the right to take you out first."

"Oh is that how it works?" I hummed, matching his playful tone, and stepped closer to him so that our chests were touching, our eyes never leaving each other's gaze.