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Chapter Forty One:BAM, You're Naked and It's Go Time

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Chapter Forty One:BAM, You're Naked and It's Go Time

In light of my latest epiphany, I begin to take cautious precautions for the day to not be a total disaster. Not that I know when the exact day is, it's not really sexy if you've marked 'the moment' in your calendar nor is it romantic. It'll happen when it'll happen, spontaneously like it happens in the movies. One minute you're calmly sitting next to each other and the next BAM, you're naked and it's go time.

Again, that doesn't sound really romantic does it?

Maybe what's missing is the angst, the tension and anticipation. Maybe what I need for that moment to be special is for something big to lead up to it. It's not like I'll seduce him with my verbal prowess or lack of and it'll be on. No, from what I've been advised by my friends there needs to be a perfect blend of spontaneity and planning. You cannot afford to be unprepared in a my legs need to be shaved by a Weedwacker nor can you be overly eager and exuding the same sentiments of a stripper who gets paid a hundred dollars per hour. Apparently there's a science to it that I'm trying to wrap my head around. I'm sure Cole notices that I'm different, more jittery and nervous when he's around. He hasn't said anything though so maybe he's willing to put up with my temporary neurosis.  However what he shouldn't have to put up with is the hell that is the dysfunctional O'Connell family. 

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One minute I'm in absolute heaven eating my triple Nutella layered fudge brownies that I'd been so cruelly promised before and the next minute my phone's ringing like crazy and I'm fielding texts from not only my mother but my dad and Travis as well. My first instinct is fear, the fear that maybe something's happened to someone I care about. But when I do get the opportunity to go through the texts, I see that most of them are about the same thing.

Travis is warning me.

My dad wants to know if I'm still at the apartment.

My mom's telling me that she only has my best interest at heart.

Holy crap.

I have a few minutes to prepare myself before the buzzer goes off, letting me know there's a visitor.  My dad is one of the people who can come up without the reception having to confirm his visit. Reading his texts has told me that he's here. Reading my mom's texts has told me that nothing good is going to come out of this.

Shooting out of the sofa that I'd curled myself in, I throw a panicked look towards the bedroom where Cole is showering. Megan and Alex still aren't awake and Beth's gone out for a morning run. I'm both scared and thankful of the lack of company because even though the coming confrontation scares me, I'm glad other people aren't around to witness it.

I throw the door open, in my haste forgetting that I'm still in my pyjamas,  those pyjamas consisting of an old t-shirt of Cole's and some halfway decent sleeping shorts. Halfway though and not completely. My dad stands in front of me, a carry on clutched in his hands. His becomes instantaneously stiff as he observes what I'm wearing, his reaction making me automatically blush. He clears his throat, "I called you." He says blankly, his face not giving away anything.

"Uhh I just checked, my phone was switched off." I tell him trying to figure out if the situation is nearly as bad as I think it is. 

"Can I come in?" He looks pointedly towards the path that I'm blocking by standing right in front of him. 

Hesitating just for a split second, I immediately move to give him space to enter. His rigid posture thickens the tension that's already brewing in the room, a tension that has been lodged in my gut ever since I picked up my god damn phone. Now I wait for the bomb to drop, knowing that it's got something or the other to do with my mother and what she thinks is best for me.