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“He must be tired,” I said, but she brushed that away.
“And so are you. What the heck? Go to him, sleep together. You can wake up in the middle of the night refreshed and get busy. But now it's a really vulnerable and emotional time for you both given all that happened this morning and the subsequent exhaustion. Girl, please get the hell out of here.”
She returned her attention to drying her hair with a towel while I narrowed my gaze at her.
“Sure you're not just trying to get rid of me so you can have the room to yourself?”
“Maybe I am,” she said, and my face fell.
“Evelyn,” she called. “I know you, so I know you wouldn’t bring that up and stare at his picture so thirstily through the screen if you didn't want to go.”
“Wait, what? Go? I'm going there?”
She seemed genuinely confused.
“How else are you expected to get to him?”
“Well, I was going to send him a text to see if he was up for it. And if he didn’t see it? Maybe he is exhausted and passed out on his couch in his dress clothes?”
“If that's the case, then why go to him at all?”
I turned then and went to grab my phone.
“A text will do.”
“No, it absolutely will not,” she replied. “Go get something from the kitchen. Some tea? A snack. You're obviously not a stranger to his bedroom, so knock quietly on the door. Ask if he wants something. You were thinking of him and made him a beverage to calm down his nerves from all the stress and excitement of the day. Wonderful reason. By the way, if he doesn't want you to come in, he’ll thank you and accept the tea either way to be polite.”
“Hopefully,” I added, and she paused.
“Hopefully? Is he an asshole? Because this won't work on assholes.”
“No, he's not,” I replied, and she nodded.
“So worst comes to worst, as I was saying, he accepts the tea and tells you goodnight. But then because you brought something that was reviving, no foul would have been made. And you can come right here and inconvenience me, but what's new? I guess.”
I gave her a look but had to admit that I agreed with her. I also knew that if I delayed any further, I would definitely change my mind. So, I turned; however, before I could reach for the table, she had already sprinted over and grabbed my phone.
“Anna!”
“No phones,” she replied. “Tell him you forgot it or else you would have texted.”
“That's so inauthentic. Who forgets their phone? He's not an idiot; he'll see right through that.”
“My point is for you to be a tad bit spontaneous.”
I sighed again as I considered her words one more time, and then eventually, I made my decision. I hurried out of the room and didn’t turn back lest I turn to salt. When I, however, got into the very quiet hallway, giving the indicator that the whole house had gone to sleep like people with common sense, I found myself wandering about. I did an about-face and returned back to the room. I knocked, and then jerked the door open, but suddenly, my door was shut as well, and Anna wasn’t responding.
I had several insults come to mind of how I wanted to threaten her, but at the moment, I knew her enough to know that it would be no use. She was not afraid of offending anyone, especially not me; she was practically a family member. So, she was going to banish me to sleeping right there in this hallway if I didn’t do as we had discussed.
Filled with dread, I found my way down the stairs to the kitchen and found an assortment of teas in the corner. There, I quickly grabbed some chamomile and brewed him some tea. I brewed myself a cup as well, put them both on a small tray, and started to carefully head back up the stairs.
Eventually, I arrived, and it felt as though my heart was about to leave my chest. I considered knocking, staring at that door for five minutes straight, and with every passing moment, my resolve was weakening. Eventually, and when I couldn’t take it anymore nor muster up the courage, I turned around to leave.
There was no need to be imposing right now. We’d see each other again the next day and then at the wedding. There was plenty of time, and I truly didn’t have to rush things. I had barely taken four steps to leave; however, when the door was suddenly pulled open. I instantly froze, wondering how Drake knew that I had been standing in front of his door.
“Evelyn,” he called.
I couldn’t avoid him any longer. What was the point when I truly wanted to see him? The only issue was the fact that I liked him so much that I became quite nervous around him, which was frankly just annoyingly embarrassing. But now there was no point in being embarrassed. I was there and I had chamomile tea, and I wanted to be invited in.
