Page 29 of Skating the Blue Line
Me: Well… I owe you a coffee…
The message barely says read when my phone starts to ring with my best friend’s name dancing across the screen.
“Tell me everything!” Betty yells out as soon as I answer the phone.
I can’t help but to giggle like a schoolgirl at her excitement.
“There’s not much to tell.” I say to her, a smile forming on my face.
“Not much to tell? Chloe, you just giggled like a little girl on Christmas! There’s so much to tell!”
Another giggle escapes me and the second it does I know that I won’t be able to hold anything back.
“What do you want to know?” I ask, shyly.
“Everything!”
“Well, his name is Liam…” I start and the second I do, Betty is screaming every thirty seconds, enjoying everything that I tell her.
I tell everything from meeting his gaze at the opera house to us grabbing a bite to eat together to us coming back to my place. I don’t tell her all the lovely details of course, but I do say enough to get her by.
“Did he really say that?” Betty asks, after I told her what Liam said about me being more than a one-night stand.
“Yeah, he really said it and trust me I was just as shocked as you are.”
She lets out another shriek that has me pulling the phone away from my ear.
“So are you really going to see him again?” She asks and I’m sure if she were standing in front of me right now, she would jump up and down.
“I don’t know,” I answer, telling her the truth.
“What’s not to know? A hot hockey player wants to take you out to dinner again, it’s a simple yes or no answer.”
“I know it is, but I don’t want it to turn into anything.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, I know it’s a shit reason.
“Who says it has to turn into anything? You can have fun, Chlo, and it doesn’t have to be more than that. If the guy wants to wine and dine you and make you scream out his name afterwards, let him. It won’t hurt.”
I roll my eyes even though she can’t see.
She’s right, I know she’s right. Going to dinner again with Liam isn’t going to hurt and it doesn’t mean that something more is going to happen between us.
But why does a part of me want something to happen?
Why does a part of me want to go on a date with him and see if we have a possibility of working out?
Why is it that after only one night with him, I want more?
Maybe I should just say yes and see where it goes. If it does head in the direction of a relationship, it wouldn’t be so bad, would it?
No, it wouldn’t, but as much as a part of me wants to see where this could go, the other part is telling me that I don’t have time for a relationship.
Fun, yes. Relationship, no.
I’m at the peak of my career and I have to concentrate on that.
Nothing else.
“I say, call him up and set something up, because after next week you won’t have a whole lot of time.” Betty says, not waiting for me to respond.
