Same night as previous chapter:
I wait a few more hours before getting into my bed to write. There is a familiar knock on the door and Karen, who had come in not long ago, answered it. Footsteps on the stairs, coming closer and closer until they stop.
"Hello?" I take my glasses off.
"Stevie, Lindsey is here."
"I want to see him" I say softly.
Footsteps fall away from me but the door opens. Karen is gone, my palms are sweating.
"I didn't realize you were in bed" he said
"I was just writing. Would you prefer to go downstairs?" He shakes his head. "I still want to go out for that drink with you" He won't look at me so I turn his face to meet mine. "I'm sorry"
"I should have known you'd be with someone, I was just hoping..."
"I told you were are just casual"
"He brought you there and took you home, didn't he?" It wasn't a question, more an accusation. He's hurt.
"I don't drive, baby. You know that." I stroke his face, looking into his eyes.
"Let me take you next time"
"Alright" I say simply.
"Okay... great" He smiles a little letting me know I'm successful in calming this storm.
"Are we good?" I ask in that semi-high voice he loves so much. He calls it my "TeeDee" voice. I smile at the memory.
"Yeah. Yeah, we're fine"
"I know we've got a lot to talk about, we've been kind of up and down but..." I'm letting my walls down like never before and for the first time, I'm diving in head first. I'm terrified to be hurt but at this point, I feel like I have so much to gain by being open. He steps closer to me and I'm silently hoping he will stay and we can hang out. I haven't seen him in so long, and with him it always feels so good. "Wanna watch a movie? I'm not tired yet"
"Sure. Any ideas?"
"Let's go look" I lead him downstairs by the hand and Karen looks the other way, but she's probably not pleased. We look through the cabinet and he chooses something of no real interest to me. I ask him to help me with a bottle of wine and I pour generous glasses. I bring them into the living room again, make sure he's comfortable and start the movie. He isn't really interested either and I'm happy that my talking won't annoy him for once. He always hated when I would talk or ask questions we was really trying to watch a movie. We talked about the weather, songwriting, things that interest us at the moment, all the while he's inching closer and closer to me on the sofa. The bottle is getting empty when we decide to open another. The sun is coming up and we are laughing and playing around like we always did. Some random song pops into my head and I start singing it and dancing around in the kitchen, making snacks.
Well, he walked up to me
And he asked me if I wanted to dance
He looked kinda nice
And so I said, "I might take a chance"
When he danced, he held me tight
And when he walked me home that night
All the stars were shinin' bright
And then he kissed me
We are both pretty tipsy by now, maybe even a little drunk. He heard me humming and slinked in behind me, joining in my song.
Each time you saw him
You couldn't wait to see him again
You wanted to let him know
That he was more than a friend
I giggle at him as he changed the girly lyrics to suit him, a man. Much too manly to sing the song as it was. My Lindsey, I thought to myself, smiling.
I didn't know just what to do
So I whispered, "I love you"
And he said that he loved me too
And then he kissed me
He kissed me in a way
That I've never been kissed before
He kissed me in a way
That I wanna be kissed forever more
We are swaying together now in a drunken dance. We feel like kids again, my arms draped around his neck, his hands innocently on my waist. What a gentleman! He's having fun and so am I, my cheeks hurting from how much I'm smiling.
"I knew that he was mine....all the love that I had...he took me home to meet his mom and his dad" I sing, humming through the lyrics I'm missing out because I haven't heard this song in years. He spins me around, dipping me occasionally and I'm giggling uncontrollably.
Then he asked me to be his bride
And always be right by his side
I felt so happy, I almost cried
And then he kissed me
Singing softly and not changing the lyrics this time, he acts out the lyrics enthusiastically, miming an engagement by getting down on one knee and it brings back so many memories, so many missed opportunities.
Then he asked me to be his bride
And always be right by his side
I felt so happy, I almost cried
And then he kissed me
I pull him up from the floor by his shirt collar and press my body into his, playfully.
"And then he kissed me
And then he kissed me"
I'm singing loudly and he keeps shushing me, thinking Karen is still here and pulling me into his body, holding onto me as I'm wiggling my little hips and twirling around with him.
When I'm finally done making a fool out of myself and the laughter winds down and it's quiet, I look at him and he looks at me. Suddenly this beautiful cosmic thing inside both of us just clicks.
And then he kissed me, And then he kissed me.
And then he kissed me!
