Will I See You Again?

Don't care

Grunting, as Stevie opened her eyes lazily, being woken up by loud banging on the door from deep sleep, feeling that it was way too early for her to be up already. Wanting to yell that she was going to be right there, although, knowing the person wouldn't hear her, she managed to roll out of bed, reaching for her robe to put on over her short nightie. Leaving the bedroom, she rubbed her eyes and tried to smooth her hair out, running a hand through it, before she looked unlocked and pulled the door open.

"What in the world are you doing here?" Stevie asked, frowning.

"Good morning to you, too."

"This is too early for me, Lindsey. Just tell me what you want from me and leave."

"You're clearly not a morning person." He said, then added. "Like I promised, I came here to make things right with you."

"At nine in the morning?"

"I've been trying to gather up courage to face you for the past three days as it is, don't make me leave now. May I come in?"

"You're really stupid coming here like this, you know. You didn't know if Joe was home or not. How do you think he'd feel about you coming to see me and make things right, huh?"

"I, um... well, yes, I might not have thought about it too much, but... Is he home?"

Sighing, Stevie shook her head and stepped aside, opening the door wider. "You're lucky, he went back on the road the next day after that damn party." She shut the door once Lindsey walked inside and led the way to the kitchen, where she started making coffee. "Would you like a cup?"

"Please." Lindsey nodded, taking a seat at the table.

"You've got good memory I see." Stevie glanced at him, taking two mugs out of the cupboard.

"What do you mean?"

"You remembered where I live from when you drove me home after that night we spent together."

"Ah, well. I intended to see you again, I needed to know where to find you." He tried to let her know once again that he wasn't lying to her at any point.

They remained silent until the coffee was made and Stevie brought the mugs over to the table, placing one in front of Lindsey and one where she sat down, looking at him, which was making him nervous.

"I'm listening."

"Wh-what?" Lindsey stuttered.

"You know, making things right and all, that's why you're here, right?"

"I'm not your favorite person at the moment, am I?"

"Lindsey, can you please tell me what you came here to tell me already? I really have no patience with you right now."

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry, that's all." He shrugged, lifting his eyes up to lock them with hers. "I'm sorry I made you question me and the things I told you. I didn't lie only to get you in bed. Have I done that before? Of course..." Admitting, slightly ashamed. "But not with you. You're different. Somehow. I don't know how though. There's just something about you." He shrugged, taking a sip of coffee. "I was a little afraid on my way here, I didn't want you to push me away, because I do honestly like you a lot." He placed his hand over hers, as she looked down, suddenly feeling shy. "I don't know how to explain it, but when I saw you at that party... I felt so bad. I felt bad that I didn't call you right away like I said I would and I felt bad for you."

"For me?" Stevie asked after a while. "Why would you feel bad for me?"

"Because you looked sad. I couldn't find that light in your eyes, which was there when we first met and I hated that. I... I guess I've come to a realization that I want to put it back there. If I can, if you allow me. You can try to prove to me that you were happy, being out with your famous boyfriend and all, but you weren't. I didn't see it."

Swallowing her tears, she looked up at him again, saying. "Because I wasn't. I'm not. It's crazy, it's stupid, because we just met, but I hated seeing you with another woman and I know I have no right to feel that way, because we're nothing to each other. But after Joe pulled me away from you, I... I felt even worse than I was already feeling. I was mad at you, with no real reason of course, but at the same time, I wanted to leave with you and just forget everything for a moment..."

Now lacing his fingers through hers, Lindsey asked. "Why are you still with him, Stevie? Why are you torturing yourself?"

"Because there's still a part of me that loves him. I believe he loves me, too, but it's not enough anymore. I need more. Our relationship simply stopped, it's at a complete standstill. But..." She didn't enjoy appearing so vulnerable, especially in front of the man she was seeing for the third time in her life, but this wasn't just any man. Lindsey made her feel safe. "I'm someone who needs love in life. I want to love and I want to be loved. It's like... I know Joe and I are going nowhere, but for me, what I have with him is still better than being alone."

"How someone as precious as you are, can be so sad?" His words broke her, not fighting those tears any longer, as she let them fall. Seeing her this way, he tugged at her hand, making her stand up and then showing her to sit on his lap, as he wrapped his arms around her and let her cry into his chest. "I know you'll think I've gone mad, but... what if I said that you have me?"

"What?" Stevie lifted her head off his chest. "What are you saying?"

"I'm not asking you to leave Joe, but... he's away, he wouldn't know if you came on the road with me. You wouldn't have to be so alone."

"Are you suggesting for us to have an affair?"

"Well, when you put it like that... I know it doesn't sound good, but the truth is, I want you with me. My break is over and I'm leaving soon, I can't stand the thought of not being able to see you."

After a minute of considering, Stevie smiled a little. "You have gone mad."

"Is that a yes then?" Smiling too, Lindsey asked.

She gave him a nod of her head as he leaned in to kiss her, but she pressed a finger against his lips. "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

"Don't care." He said and pressed their lips together anyway.