Made With Love ✔

Chapter 11: Reunion Rehash

Lance's POV:

I walked back into my room and saw Vanessa pouting. Dang it, she's so kissable when she does that.

"Can't you just tell me where you are taking me?" She pouted, giving me the sad puppy look. I sat beside her.

"But then it won't be a surprise," I replied, smiling.
"I don't mind. I want to know!" She whined, laughing.

"Sorry, no can do. Just dress up nice." I concluded, rising from the bed and sitting on my desk chair. She opened her book.

We sat in a comfortable silence for about half a hour until her phone rang. She answered it,

"Hello? Better. In bed. MOTHER! I can't do this right now."

"What's wrong?" I asked, getting up and sitting beside her.

She put her phone down on the side table and looked at me,

"My mother is convinced I should eat salad 3 times a day and spend hours at the gym so I don't look fat at the front of the church in 20 days. I don't know what to do anymore. I thought going away would halt this, but apparently not."

She opened her text messages where her mother had sent a list of different gyms near us.

"She does realize that I'm not letting you get out of this bed until Friday right? Let alone go to the gym. Hand me your phone please." I requested.

I typed up a response to her mother stating that it was medically unsafe for her to go to a gym while her leg and back were healing. I sent it and gave the phone back to Vanessa.

"That should stop her for about 1 week."

"Thanks." She replied, smiling. I went back to my desk and tried to work on the essay, but my mind would keep coming back to my princess in the bed behind me. I loved her smile, her laugh, her intelligence. Oh who am I kidding, I loved her. Maybe I'm crazy, but I've known her for what, two weeks, and I felt like I have known her since forever.

But does she LOVE me? She just got assaulted, she may not be ready to trust again. I know she likes me, but loving someone is a whole different level.

----Vanessa's POV:

I picked up my book, but actually thought about Lance, not paying attention to the words on the page. He is the perfect guy. He has the looks, the brains, the goals, everything. Why would a guy like that go for a girl like me?
I stared at his stretched tee, showing off his muscular back and wondered if he loved me. I know he likes me... Uhh, this is confusing. No wonder the girls in grade school never had time for anything else.

We continued what we were doing, until Brooklyn calls me and yells,

"Girl, you better dust off your evening gowns."

I exclaimed,

"What!?"

She hung up and I called my parents,

"Hello? Why is Brooklyn telling my get my fancy dresses out? Really? Um. Hold on." I put my parents on hold and turn to get out of bed, but a shooting pain through my leg stopped me. Lance came to me quickly,

"Did you hear a crack or snap?" I nodded my head no, so he breathed a sigh of relief and asked me what I needed.

"Um. My dresses. They are in the formal wear section." I replied, blushing. No guy had ever seen my room, let alone my closet.

He walked into my room and I heard him open the closet door and take a few hangers off the rack. He appeared with my evening gowns that I often wore to my dad's business receptions or events.