"Hey," David whispered as he stepped into my room, we haven't really talked since he stood me up the other night. And, the next morning he showed up all moody and perfectly healthy, with no explanation whatsoever, not like I asked for one anyway.
"Hey." I whispered more to myself.
"How are you?" he asked stepping towards me.
"Fine." I replied bluntly, seeming unbothered to how amazing he looked, even on simple casual clothing,
It should be illegal to look this good,
"Is there something you need?" I won't let him seduce me into forgiving him this time.
"I'm sorry," he started,
I could tell by his eyes he meant it, but I promised myself I wasn't going to forgive him without a good explanation.
"You stood me up, why? Are you embarrassed to be with me?"
"Of course not. I just didn't think it was safe for you to be out on the spotlight, not with Matt on the hunt."
"Then why didn't you text me back, why make me sit all night waiting for you if weren't going to come. I was worried all night and then I turn on the TV and see you with another woman, how do you think that makes me feel, to see you stood me up for someone else?" Someone prettier.
"Her name is Christine, she's an old associate." That was all he said to defend himself, "That's all she is."
He must really think I'm stupid.
"Were you with her? Is that why you couldn't call all night." I didn't know why I even asked that, I just wanted an explanation.
He doesn't answer and that was all the answers I needed.
I scoffed in embarrassment,
"I think you should leave." I whispered. I was overreacting, but I couldn't let him toil with my feelings over and over again, I'm pushing too hard, I forced him into this.
"It's not what you think."
"You right, It's all my fault, I practically forced you into being with me, because I thought you felt the same way, when it's obvious you feel nothing for me." I bit down my lips to stop myself from wailing in front of him, "You should be with the one who makes you happy." I finally told him.
He looked thorn by my statement,
"You sure about that?"
I was wounded by his words, why would he ask me that knowing how I feel about him?
"Answer me?" He placed his thumb underneath my chin and slowly made me look at him,
I stared back and my heart began racing on its own accord as my mouth felt dry,
"Are you sure?" he asked again.
Of course, I wasn't sure, how could he even ask me that? before I could mutter, he leaned forward and kissed me.
'Stop.' As much as I wanted to give in to him I knew, this was going on wrong. I snapped out it and turned my head away, breaking the kiss,
"You shouldn't do that." I whispered, whilst I played with my fingers.
"Look at me." He pleaded,
I swallowed hard and then did my best to make eye contact, his eyes were faint and a smile appeared on his lips as he ran his finger across my cheeks,
"You make me happy, Ali. Extremely happy." He whispered, having my stomach fluttering. "And, that's a feeling I haven't felt in a long while...."
I stared at him, unsure of what to say,
"I don't believe you." I stutter.
"It's fine if you don't, but I meant every word." Our faces were now inches apart, "I want to be with you."
"But, I also don't want to complicate your decision, if you."
"You already have." I cut in and pressed my lips against his instantly.
I could feel my cheeks blooming with joy, I felt contented to know that he at least felt something for me, besides pity.
We broke apart after and he looked at me,
"Are you hungry?"
"Famished..." I giggled.
"Let me feed you, how about I make you some mac and cheese?"
I dissolved in laughter.
"What's funny?" He chuckled shortly.
"The big bad, tough David Hertz making Mac and cheese, now that's something I would like to see."
He chuckled again, and kissed my hand as we walked down to the kitchen.