Burning for her

Chapter 27

Clara

After a very hard next morning and a few more weeks of hating my life, I was finally able to try and put aside the pain in my chest and go on with my life.

It has been a good week since I last saw my friends. Lillian was too busy with her wedding and her gallery to meet up. Grace on the other hand, called almost every day. She was way too much of a worrier. She was afraid I would do something stupid, so she checked in all the time. There will be a moment when she will realize that she is way too good for us and we did not deserve her at all.

Most of the time I didn't know how to properly show my appreciation for her... Or to anyone. Because apparently stalking them is not the proper way. Who knew, right?

I rang the bell in front of her door with a store bought cake in my hand. I really don't know why she loves this stuff. She probably had enough money to go on and buy a whole bakery if she wanted to. She wasn't forced to eat cheap cake, she chose to. Which was weird from someone who was snobby with everything else in her life.

"Clara." The nervous tone was not what I expected from her,

"I bought you a cake." I lifted the food in my hand so it hung between us.

"Uhm..." She looked behind her in the house. "You could have called before coming." She chuckled nervously, her cheeks red as a tomato.

I frowned at her reaction and the fact that she still did not let me in. "Won't you let me in?"

Grace sighted, opening the door wide, letting me walk in. I took my chance, giving a kiss into her hair as I walked past her, placing the gluten free cake on the glass table in the kitchen.

"So, what's up?" I sat down, noticing the two wine glasses on the table right away. I just chose not to ask about it right away.

"Nothing, I just wanted to surprise you." I smiled, watching her eyes.

"Succeeded." She noted. "Wine?" Grace offered, walking around the kitchen, offering an empty glass.

"Yes, thank you." I nodded, watching her nervously fix the end of her skin tight dress. She probably didn't have a chance yet to change out her working clothes, walking around with heels in her home.

I watched her eyes fall to the abounded glass on the table. "Won't you ask?"

"I didn't want to push." I shrugged with a grin. "You look nervous." I pointed it out.

"I am nervous." She admitted, her eyes landing on something or someone behind me. She cleared her throat, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. "Hi."

I turned my head, following her gaze to the blonde woman. I swear to God, my heart left out a beat for a second in shock.

She looked less surprised than me, but still shock settled out on her face for a second. "I didn't know we were expecting guests." Ava walked over to the table, standing next to her glass, in front of Grace with the table separating them.

"Expecting is a strong word." Grace murmured. Rude

"I will never surprise you again." I promised with an eyeroll. "And I even bought you a cake."

"Which I'm very happy about, thank you."

"I guess this meeting would come sooner or later." Ava sat down.

"I'm not approving of this." I pointed it out, looking at my ex therapist.

"Lucky no one asked you for approval." She grinned, running her finger through her blond locks. Her accent was stronger than I remembered.