Page 17 of Unwrapping His Gift
I amdriven. Nothing is going to stop me from achieving professional success. And I can only believe that having Daisy by my side, I will be even stronger.
It’s only been one day that I haven’t seen her, and I’m already missing her. I’m wondering how I managed to even make it a month, let along five years like I did. I’m lying on my back on the couch, tracing the single, tiny crack in the paint on the ceiling above me (like I’ve been doing for the last half hour), debating on whether my next move is the right one.
Give her space, Craig.That’s what part of me is saying. But the other part of me?
Get your ass over there now and show her you won’t take no for an answer.
The problem is, I’m not sure which part of me I should listen to.
I do know that last night with Daisy was incredible – beyond incredible. I don’t think I even have the words to describe it. When it comes to legal terminology, I’m fantastic. But when it comes to things like this – coming up with descriptions of things on my own – I’m absolutely horrible.
All I know is that last night was pretty much the best night of my life, and I was beside myself that Daisy accepted what I had to tell her and came home with me.
“Give her space,” I mutter to myself, tonguing the inside of my cheek. Something about that doesn’t sit well with me, and I grunt unhappily. “No, get your ass over there and show her you mean business.”
That’s it.
Smiling, I swing my legs off the couch and go put my shoes on. I amnotgoing to wait on this. Who knows what could happen in the meantime – what other thoughts that friend of hers could put in her mind that could cause Daisy to not want to see me? This is up to me now, just like it was up to me these last five years when I did nothing about it.
Time to man up, Craig.
I hop in the car and head for her apartment. She’s out of work now, and unless she went out with the girls, that’s where she’ll be.
It’s another cold evening, but just thinking about Daisy’s naked body against mine last night has me feeling warm as I drive. Any hesitance I had in my decision has left me by the time I’m pulling up to her apartment and parking. I can see her light is on, which means she’s most likely home.
I smile as I get out of the car and start walking up the front steps.
I’ve got that pseudo-nervous feeling I used to get when we first started dating and I wasn’t quite used to hanging out with her yet. That feeling of wanting to impress her and also being just really excited to see her. I don’t quite know how all this is going to go – especially with me just stopping by unannounced – but I know it’s better than doing nothing.
Someone has left the front door to the building slightly cracked open, so I just head inside and take the stairs to Daisy’s floor. I’m just about to knock on her apartment door when I hear a voice down the hall call out.
“Hey, there!” I glance up and see Daisy’s landlady waving at me, a big grin on her face. “Taking your girlfriend out for a nice holiday meal?”
I get the distinct impression I’m being questioned and hit on at the same time.
“Not sure on our plans just yet.” I smile back, not giving anything away.
“Well, I’ve got some great green bean casserole in my apartment,” she replies, almost winking back at me. “If the two of you…oryouwould like any…feel free to drop by any time.”
Christ, she really is hitting on me, and she’s not even being subtle about it either.
“I’m actually allergic to green beans, but thanks!”
I turn away and raise my hand up to knock on Daisy’s door, hoping she’ll get the message, but as I do, the door opens to reveal Daisy, in full winter attire, looking like she’s ready to go out somewhere.
I waste no time and duck into her apartment for cover and shut the door behind me.
“Hide me!”
“Craig? What are you doing here?” she asks.
“Your landlady is like a lioness, you know that?” I ask, stepping away from the door.
“What? What are you talking about?”
“She’s hitting on me! She just invited me into her apartment for green bean casserole atany time.”
Daisy stares back at me, giving me a strange look for a couple of seconds before bursting into laughter. I follow her, laughing myself.