The 1975 // A change in heart

Chapter Three || An offer she can refuse

Date: August 4th

Location: LA, CA

"Good morning" Calvin whispered in my ear.

"I slept over" I mumbled to myself but he heard and he chuckled.

"You did, and we cuddled. It was priceless" he beamed then pressed his warm lips to my temple. "Breakfast?"

"In bed?" I asked in disgust.

"Stop acting like its torture" he laughed then climbed out of bed and left the room.

Usually, I don't even stay till sunrise but here I was in his bed and it was almost noon.

I don't even cuddle with him.

This situation was all to entirely weird for me but for some odd reason I liked it, I liked waking up next to someone smiling at me.

I think a lot of it had to due with the fact that I came to his door last night a complete mess and he was so calming and he didn't ask me a billion questions which is always so nice. And he let me sleep, we didn't even fuck which is another red flag.

It was nice and it would probably happen again which is something I wouldn't be saying. Abigail 2.0 did not do morning cuddles and late night crying sessions.

"Deep in thought?" Calvin asked as he walked back in with orange juice in his hand.

"Yeah" I nodded grabbing the cup. "About last night-"

"I'm here for you but don't tell me because I know you don't like talking about it" he said cutting me off.

I nodded then took a sip of the juice. "Uh I have to bring back my friends car"

"Dinner tonight?" He asked and I froze.

We've never done dinner, we don't do dates. We have sex.

"Are you serious?" I giggled climbing out of bed.

"As long as you are" he said and his words had this sneaky double meaning.

"Sure" I smiled, something overcame me.

I was going on a date, my first date since my nasty breakup. It was pretty exciting.

"Great I'll pick you up at seven" he smiled then pecked my cheek before I rushed out the house.

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When I pulled up to the gorgeous LA house I parked the car in driveway and waited a bit till I got out. I had to think this through.

I didn't want to see him but I know that avoiding him anymore wouldn't help anyone especially me plus it would end up with me pushing away my babies and that was a big no.

I had to be strong, I had to best support system surrounding me so it couldn't be too hard to do. I just had to remember how liberated I felt under the Tuscan sun.

So when I got out the car and walked up to the front door and knocked and Adam answered I took it as a sign.

"You left without saying goodbye yesterday" He frowned pulling me into his chest. "You alright?"

"I'm great" I assured him then walked into the house under his arm. "Where's Georgie?"

"In the pool, he claimed this morning he was too white" Adam laughed and I just giggled as he led me out back.