The Aesthetics Of Waiting

CHAPTER 21 (Eggs and Hotdogs)

I walked towards the gate and thanked Brittney for bringing me home. I sauntered to the kitchen and took the pitcher of water, I poured a glass and drink it.

I feel a lot better than awhile ago. Maybe I was just a little taken aback and I wasn't aware of the possibilities when I told Ford that I was his girlfriend, but that's totally fine now. Atleast I've told the truth and I didn't pretend that nothing ever happened to us.

I heaved a sigh and put the pitcher back in the fridge. I walked to my room and pick up my phone. A few missed calls from Zach appeared on my notifications. I dialed his number and called him back. After two rings, he answered.

"Francine, why are you not answering your phone?" Zach said.

My heart suddenly beat so fast. Should I tell him about Ford now? Should I tell him everything? Yeah, I should. Before he might know to other person and before it's too late.

"Zach, could you come here right now? I have something to tell you."

"Oh," he paused a little. "You're not breaking up with me, right?"

I laughed at his assumptions. "Baby, of course, not. I never thought of that, relax. Okay?"

I heard him sigh. He's so cute when he's uncomfortable. "Okay, I'm coming."

I smiled. "I love you."

"I love you more, my dear Francine."

I ended the call and went to the kitchen to cook some food for Zach. I took the hotdogs and eggs from the fridge and cooked them. I put them on the plate and toasted some bread. After preparing those, I heard the doorbell rang and I went to see Zach standing at the gate.

I opened it and I threw myself to him, I hugged him so tight, the smell of his fresh cologne wafted to my nostrils, and I hugged him tighter. I heard him giggled and I pulled away.

"What?" I asked, frowning.

"Your hugs, they never failed to make me smile." Zach grinned and his perfect white teeth showed.

I smiled at him and I tiptoed and kissed his nose. "Let's go inside. I prepared you some food to eat."

He smiled. "My girlfriend slash soon to be wife is cooking my food when I got home from work, sounds good, I like that." He winked.

I giggled and we walked towards the door. He removed his shoes and I hurried in the kitchen. I handed the plate to him and he took a spoon full of the food that I cooked for him.

"Mmmm, preciosa. (Precious) This is so good, deliciosa, mi tesoro. (Delicious, my treasure)" He made that exaggerated satisfied cute reaction again.

Seriously? It's just an egg and a hotdog.

I rolled my eyes. "Eres tan molesto." (You're so annoying)

"Huh?" He chuckled. "When did you learn spanish, huh, hermosa? (beautiful)"

"I just read and learned some of it on an article." I giggled.

He walked towards me, stepping closer, he touched my shoulder and leaned closer to whisper. "Eres tan, tan hermosa." (You are so so beautiful)

"What?" I frowned. "English please."

"Mhm. Acaso las puertas del cíelo estaban abiertas y te caíste a la tierra?" (Did the gates of heaven be open and you fell to earth?)

He stared at my lips and brush them with his fingers softly. His eyes are full of desire and fire, burning my flesh and makes my body willing to surrender.