“Your welcome,” she said and walked downstairs.
I was mentally and psychically tired. Today was quite a trying day. I spent the last hour or so telling Maricar about what happened. It took me awhile because I continuously broke down in tears. He was the man I loved, how could he do this to me?
I changed into some clothes of hers and sat down on the bed. I ran a brush through my hair and just set it down as Maricar burst into the room. “Chris is here!” she exclaimed.
“What?” I shouted.
“He’s downstairs and won’t leave.”
“I don’t want to see him,” I said and turned away from he.
“That’s understandable, I’ll be right back,” she said.
A few minutes later, I still sat toward the wall as the door opened. “Is he gone?” I asked.
“No,” Chris said as he let himself in.
I turned around quickly and saw him. “What do you want?” I asked rudely.
“To talk to you,” he began and inched his way over to me.
“I don’t want to talk to you,” I said, still hurt by his hateful words earlier.
“I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean it. Nothing was true, but what is true is that I really like you and I don’t know how to act around you.”
“Bullshit,” I said, standing up, “You don’t like me. You used me, remember?”
“That’s not true. I don’t know why I said that. I was just mad that you brought my sister to that club.”
“You took Justin there when we was younger,” I pointed out.
“Your right, but Justin’s not my brother. He’s my friend.”
“I’m not a whore,” I said, just above a whisper after a few minutes of silence.
“Oh Jen,” he said and came closer to me. He wrapped me in his arms and said, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean that.”
“Yes you did,” I said.
“No I didn’t,” he said and tightened his hold on my, “I didn’t mean any of it.”
“Will you answer me a question?”
“Sure, anything,” he said.
“Why did you invite me down here?”
“Because I missed and my family missed you. We all wanted to see you.”
“No,” I began, “there has to be a reason behind it.”
“I missed you Jen. Can’t a man miss you?”
“No.”
“Why?” he asked, totally puzzled.
“Answer me another question,” I said, ignoring his question.
“What.”
“What ran through your mind when I told you that I loved you?” I asked and broke away from him. I wanted to be able to see his reaction.
“I was afraid,” he began until I interrupted him.
“That’s what I thought,” I said and brushed past him.
“No,” he said and grabbed my arm, pulling me back, “That wasn’t what I meant. I wasn’t done.”
“What were you going to say?” I asked and looked down as tears fell.
He lifted my chin, so that I was looking directly at him. “I was afraid that I was falling in love with you too.”
“Wait,” I said as it all sunk it, “you what?”
Instead of answering me, he planted a kiss on my lips. That was reassurance enough. Sadly, the kiss ended shortly and we stood there, staring at each other, debating on what to do next. This time, I made the move. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.
This indescribable feeling surged though my body as we kissed. It seemed perfect. It seemed like it was meant to be. “Jen,” he whispered in my ear, “you’re the first thought that enters my mind and the last to escape each day.”
“Ditto,” I said smiling.
“You still say that word?”
“Yup,” I said as I traced his jaw line.
He kissed me once more and said, “Maybe I should go.”
“Why?”
“Because this isn’t my house.”
“So?”
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said and hugged me. He reluctantly walked downstairs and into his car. I watched from the window as he drove down the street and into the distance.
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