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No. No, no, no. I think I'm going to be sick. Do I have to let him in here? Maybe we can just have this discussion via text. Why not? You can have entire work meetings via video chats now, why can't this be done virtually too?
I grab the shirt on top and slip it over my head as I rush to the door. I know he won't hesitate to cause a scene and as much as I don’t care what people think, I don’t want to be known as the woman who has professional athletes at her door. The women in this building will want to be friends so they can flirt and the men will try to get free tickets or want to hang out on the off chance they might meet a pro baseball player. No thank you.
“Open the door, Mace,” he calls as he pounds on the wood harder this time.
“I'm coming! Jeez, I was getting changed.” I yank the door open and am met with the most beautiful bouquet of flowers.
There are hot pink roses, soft pink lilies, and lavender Gerbera daisies. They’re my favorite flowers and make a breathtaking arrangement.
“Cord,” I whisper as I take the flowers from him and hurry into the kitchen to put them in some water. I’ve always loved getting flowers, but it happens so infrequently. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I know how much you love flowers, Mace. I wasn’t about to show up here empty handed.” He stuffs his hands into his pockets and rocks back on his heels as he stares down at his feet. He reminds me so much of the teenage boy I fell in love with right now.
“Thank you. They’re beautiful.”
“They’re nothing compared to you, sweetheart.” He peeks up at me through his lashes and flashes me a lopsided grin.
“What are you doing here, Cord? You say you’re not trying to get back together, but you keep making comments like that.” I move into the living room and drop onto the couch with a sigh. Tucking one leg under me, I hug the other knee to my chest so I can rest my chin on it.
“I'm tired of the tension between us,” he says softly, taking the spot next to me, leaving barely any space. He absentmindedly strokes my sock covered foot with his massive fingers. It’s something he’s always done when we were together. It’s almost like he needs to be touching me in some way.
“And you think barging into my apartment is going to make that disappear?”
“I didn’t barge in.” He rolls his eyes. “You opened the door for me.”
“Only because you started yelling.” I point a finger in his direction.
“I thought you were getting changed?”
“I was. I almost fell over three times in the process, but I did it.”
“Damn, look at you growing up and shit. Soon, you won't even need a bib when you eat.” He smirks.
“I know, right! When are you going to grow up and learn to look in the mirror before you leave the house?” I blink innocently at him, making his smirk grow.
This is how things have always been between us. We’re like oil and water, yet we were so good together… until we weren’t.
“Are you saying I don’t look good, babe?” He quirks a brow. “Because we both know you’re lying.”
“That shirt makes you look like you have boobs,” I blurt out before I can stop myself.
“They’re called pecs. I know you’re jealous because they’re bigger than yours, but it’s all muscle.”
“Yeah, I'm sure.” I roll my eyes just to piss him off. “And my ass is all muscle too.”
“I mean I haven’t seen it in a while, so you could be lying. Maybe you should strip so I can evaluate it properly.”
“Because stripping would solve all of our problems,” I deadpan.
“We never had problems when we were naked, so you might be onto something there.”
We’re quiet for a few moments. We could keep bantering the rest of the night, but that isn't going to solve anything. There’s a reason he’s here and I want to get to it.
“Can we cut to the chase? I’m exhausted and I need to clean up all that crap.” I motion to my dining room table.
“What is all of that?” Cord frowns.
“My office packed into boxes.” I lift my shoulder in a shrug.
