Page 88 of Skating the Blue Line
It’s when I’m taking my second shower of the night, that I’m thinking of ways to apologize to Chloe, when an idea hits me.
An idea that will have her feeling like a queen. hopefully.
As soon as I’m out of the shower, I pull out my phone and scroll through my contacts until I find the one that I need. I don’t even bother looking at that time before pressing the phone button and wait as the phone starts to ring.
It takes a total of thirty seconds for someone to answer.
“Hey, I’m going to need a favor from you.”
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LIAM
I knockon Chloe's door early the next morning, hoping that she is in a better mood than what she was in last night.
And if she’s not I’m hoping that my surprise will get her there. And if that doesn’t work, I’ll make her pancakes that seem to work.
“Chlo? Are you up?” I say against the wood door, knocking again.
“Yeah.” I hear her say from the other side.
She sounds calm.
Taking my chances, I open the door to her room and step inside.
In the time that she has lived her, she has really made this space her own and the second that I walk in, I’m surrounded by her scent. I keep my nose from not taking a big whiff and do what I came here to do.
“You doing okay?” I ask the woman that has captivated my thoughts since I first laid eyes on her.
She gives me a nod and sits up. Her bump is definitely a lot more prominent than it was a few weeks ago. But I guess that’s what happens when you’re close to being seven months pregnant.
“I’m fine,” she says, leaning her head against the headboard. “Sorry, I freaked out on you over pants.”
“It’s okay. I’m sorry that I was such an asshole to you.” I say to her, meaning every word. “You mind if I sit?”
She shakes her head and I make my way over to her side of the bed, taking a seat on the edge.
I fight with myself to lean over and brush away the few strands of hair that block her eyes, but I keep control. I don’t need us crossing the line again and suffering from blue balls for another two months.
Instead, I place the gift bag that I walked in with on the bed in front of her.
“You got me a gift?” she asks, not taking her eyes on the pastel pink bag.
“I did. I thought it would be fun if we did something today.”
“Something?” she asks, looking back at me. “Like the two of us?”
Why does that sound so shocking?
We do stuff together.
Right?
I try to think of something that we did together that doesn’t involve food, going to her appointments or even attending one of my games and I can’t think of anything.
The only thing that comes to mind is the night we met and how we went for pizza and then back to her place, but even then that involves food.
So I guess Chloe and I haven’t done anything much together outside of this apartment.
