There was hesitation. “You just told me not to talk...”
“That’s right. Now listen; I am pissed that you didn’t call me at all this week and honestly thought that whatever it was between us was over; which was completely confusing because I thought we had a great time out at dinner and now I am even more confused because you decide that you still want to talk to me. What is going on?” Yeah, I went for being blunt and a little clingy but how else was I going to respond to the messed up signals?
That was it? That was all he had to say? I puffed out my cheeks and held my breath. Don’t say anything, let him break the silence this time, if you speak you will most likely verbally castrate him.
“Are you still there?”
“Yes,” I tensely replied.
“I don’t know why I didn’t message you... I just didn’t.”
Oh God. I think I would’ve preferred him to have just ghosted me. This talking wasn’t going the way that I’d hoped and I was starting to get worried that he was actually going to tell me to never contact him again.
“I’m sorry. I guess since last week we had a tough time trying to catch up but life kept on getting in the way I figured I’d wait until the weekend when I knew exactly what my work schedule was and we could talk. Did I fuck up?”
It was the uncertainty that made me relax. He was like me, not sure what we were doing or how to approach the other, or if this was how you were meant to go towards a relationship. “It’s cool. I guess I should’ve messaged you if I wanted to talk. I didn’t want to seem annoying.”
He laughed. “Message me whenever you want.”
“Now about tomorrow night...”
“Yeah,” I encouraged. The corners of my lips were tilted high and I felt my cheeks bunched under my eyes.
“Do you want go out?”
“Sure. What time do you want to meet?”
“Six-thirty alright? I can pick you up.”
My heart stopped. Pick me up? What did he mean by that? Did he want to meet my parents or something? “I can meet you at the place at six-thirty. Just tell me where we’re going.”
He paused. “Alright... Do you live someplace out of town or embarrassing?”
“Something like that.”
“You’re not going to tell me are you?”
“No.” I was being honest.
He sighed. “Okay. I’ll text you the address and some directions.”
“Good. Now whose being caggy about a location?”
He snorted. “Where are you? Are you at the pub?”
“I can hear a lot of noise.”
My feet ached and I didn’t really want to go onto the dance floor and have random guys grabbing my ass when I had a date booked in with Jai. “Are you sober?”
“Want to come pick me up?”
He paused. “You do realise that if I’m dropping you off then I will have to see where you live,” he teased.
I rolled my eyes. “I’m staying with Ash so I’ve already outwitted you.”
Jai groaned while I laughed at him.
“Do you mind picking me up?”
“Am I also picking up Ash?”
Crap. I chewed my bottom lip and considered Ash’s last look. No way in hell was she going to be dragged away from the dance floor and no way was I going to be able to leave her alone. “Hmm... well she is on the dance floor.”
“Where are you then?”
“Outside with the smokers.”
“Give me twenty, I need to find my pants.”
Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it. “Don’t men normally take twenty in their g-string to get out of their clothes?”
“I’m not that cheap... and I meant twenty minutes, munchkin.”
“Why?” I ignored the nickname. “Twenty minutes for what?”
“I’ll see you soon.”
“But I can’t just leave Ash and I know she is far from ready to leave...”
“Stop flapping your gums munchkin. We’re not leaving the pub.”
Then it clicked, finally. “Oh.”
“See you soon munchkin.”
“Stop calling me that. Don’t think I don’t know what you are doing.”
“And what am I doing?”
“Do you want me to come down and keep you company? Or not?”
I stifled my gasp of panic. “Come down, please.”
“Nice manners,” he whispered into my ear, the tone suddenly changing from light banter to something a little darker, making me shiver.
“Do I get a cookie?”
“Maybe... or do you want something else, munchkin?”