Yes, I accidentally on purpose kicked Delaney’s cell into the pool a few days ago but it’s not like I “planned” it.
It was just a thoughtless impulse that I couldn’t control when I saw it sitting near the edge of the pool like that. I already know that it was a low-class move but I’m also a man who needs the odds on his side.
I’m not sure what made Delaney stay and right now, I’m not asking any questions. I’m just happy that she accepted to stay with us instead of renting another place when the AirBnB she was in burned down.
And no, I didn’t have anything to do with that…
She had agreed with one major condition – that we just “be” with no expectations and no promises.
Yes, I accepted her “condition” but I fully intend on breaking our agreement.
Right now, we’re on our way to meet a few of my friends for a pre-Christmas Eve dinner. Delaney is sitting next to me in the car, looking cute and festive in her red dress. But for as cute as she looks, she’s frowning and stabbing at her cellphone screen, on the verge of cursing.
“This new cell you got me is too complicated. You said that it’s a local 787 number? No one will be able to reach me until my request for my other line to be forwarded goes through.”
At first, drowning her cell was my lame way of breaking her ex-boyfriend’s communication with her, at least just for a few days.
I mean, the less he can reach her, the better for me, right?
But then, when I had the new cell activated for her, my impulses took me over the edge again and…
I blocked his number on her new cell.
Don’t ask me how I have his number because I won’t tell you.
What I will tell you is that the trip I’m taking Delaney on before her new contract starts will give me a head start on helping her forget about him.
“For now, I’ll text this number to Ella and the girls, work and my mother until my request goes through” she says as I pull up and park in front of the restaurant. “What’s wrong? You’re so quiet.”
I feel her staring at me intently with those dark eyes of hers and when she puts her hand on mine, I realize just how hard I’m gripping the steering wheel.
I’ve been waiting so long for someone like her that I’ll do whatever it takes. But I still feel guilty.
I lean over and kiss her like my life depends on it. When our lips finally part, I kiss her again just as intently, leaving her breathless and dazed. Every time I kiss her, it feels like that first time on the pier.
“Hmm…Don’t start something you can’t finish,” Delaney whispers, trying to catch her breath. “What was that for?”
“Just because,” I say and kiss her again, not caring that everyone is waiting on us. “Just because you are you.”
Ninety days isn’t a lot of time but it will be more than enough to convince her to stay forever.
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