Work was hell that night. I kept my mind focused towards Alex. But I wasn’t so sure I’d be good company this evening.
I napped for a few hours once I got home. I’d hoped I would feel better after some rest but I didn’t. A dark cloud still loomed over me. But no matter how sad I was, I knew Alex’s voice would at least calm my nerves. So I gave him a ring like I’d promised.
He answered on the second ring. "'Ello?"
“Alex, it’s Sophie.” My voice came out muddled.
He must have not looked at his caller ID before answering. His tone changed immediately. He knew something was wrong.
“Soph, you alright, darling?”
I was right. I did feel instantly comforted hearing his voice over the line. If he’d agree to my plans, I think I’d might feel even better.
"Not quite. Work was…not great. I’m not in a mood to go out. I would love it if you’d come spend some time with me, however."
“Of course. Anythin’ for you, love.”
I knew then that he’d bring the moon to me if he was capable. My thoughts got dark for a moment as I wondered how long and far he'd searched for me when I left. Or if he had at all. I didn’t want to know. I didn’t want to know if I’d caused him pain or suffering. I had to stop torturing myself.
I had almost forgotten I was on the line with him. “Send me your address and I’ll be there in a few.”
"Ok, Al. See you soon."
*****
Alex arrived at my house in no time. His subtle knocks on my door sent my heart into overdrive. His beautiful face lit up my sky once again, making me forget about every worry in the world.
We both reached out simultaneously to receive a hug. I had no idea how badly I needed one until I found myself not wanting to let go. His musky cologne smelled delicious on him.
He was still smiling when I let go. I stared at how perfect he looked for a while until he cleared his throat and I realized he was still standing in my door frame. I stepped aside and ushered him in.
"Come in, come in!"
He stepped inside cautiously with his hands in his pockets. His hair was the polar opposite of how it looked on new year's night. There was no fancy quiff and I found it endearing. There was still, however, a copious amount of gel in his hair, most of it being slicked back by it. He had on a black V-neck sweater along with a pair of black slacks. I immediately felt out of place with my pajamas on in my own house.
He turned and eyed me up and down, much like how we both did at his place. I smirked at him and his sweet answering smile comforted me.
"Shall I change into something nicer or should you remove your shirt? I'm sure you have something under that black sweater."
His goofy grin was like candy to my eyes.
"I ain't go nothin' on under 'ere. I can still take me shirt off if you'd like. But I think you look perfect. You always do."
I could only smile shyly at his response. I was too choked up to speak. I wanted more than anything to kiss him and break this ridiculous bridge between us. I was almost positive he wouldn't deny my kiss, but I couldn't bring myself to be brave enough. Not just yet, anyway.
I walked past him, headed towards my kitchen.
"I figured we could order a pizza. Are you hungry? I'm starving."
