"Amina I know I've messed up in the past but please, give me the chance to prove to you that this can work."
I couldn't believe it; after all these years Aaron finally reciprocated the feelings I had towards him. But before I could even utter a word...
Four days have passed since my meeting with Abel and I was still on edge. My mind could not even comprehend my upcoming engagement party this weekend. But I knew sooner or later I would have to get myself together.
As I exit my bedroom, I spot Taylor getting ready to leave.
"Hey where are you going?".
"I gotta meet up with my study group tonight, midterms are coming up and I'm basically screwed," she admits.
"Okay well I'm going to take a quick shower and make some dinner. I'll save you a plate for when you get home."
"Awe thanks girl," she replies blowing me a kiss.
I smile watching Taylor clumsily collect all her study materials before taking my shower.
Fifteen minutes later I feel so much better after my shower having slathered mango body cream all over me.
I change into a pair of short shorts and my old Aeropostale shirt, letting my wet curly hair fall wildly down my back.
Grabbing my IPhone I decide to blast, Man! I Feel Like a Woman by Shania Twain. The nostalgia of this song overwhelms me as I head into the kitchen to prepare supper.
Being totally oblivious to my surroundings, I grab a wooden spoon pretending it is a microphone while singing along to the chorus.
"Oh oh oh go totally crazy--forget I'm a lady. Men's shirts--short skirts."
As I am about to belt out the next part of the chorus, I hear a deep chuckle coming from behind me.
My first instinct is to throw my wooden spoon at this person and that is exactly what I do. I spin around quickly, aiming the wooden spoon at the intruder's chest before I can even register who this person is.
"Ouch that hurt Amina," Aaron exclaims rubbing his chest.
"Aaron? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY APARTMENT?" I shout, catching him off guard.
"Sorry," he says while grimacing, "Taylor let me in. I just wanted to see how you were doing since you haven't been answering my texts."
Being taken aback I try to recall my recent text messages. I do remember receiving a text from an unknown number, but I was too busy wallowing in self-pity to actually investigate.
"How long were you watching me?" I ask Aaron, trying to deflect his attention elsewhere.
Before answering my question, Aaron gives me a breathtaking smile. "Long enough to know you like shaking your hips a lot when you dance."
Oh my... Am I blushing? Yeah I'm probably blushing. Mentally chastising myself for acting so idiotic, I try to gather my wits.
"Can I have my spoon back please?" I plead, still trying to hide my embarrassment.
"Only under one condition," he says with a smirk on his face. "You have to let me stay for dinner."
"Hold up! First you break into my apartment, then you scare me, and now you're hijacking my spoon! And you think I should invite you to dinner?" I remark sarcastically.
Instead of answering my question, Aaron just saunters into my kitchen pulling out a salad bowl from one of the cabinets.
