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I don’t know why I was thinking about anything long-term with her. It was likely we’d have nothing in common and would only cause heartbreak for the other but all I knew was that I couldn’t continue having a one-handed relationship with the shower fantasy version of her.
I wanted more and I wanted it with her.
She stared back at me for a moment before she slowly nodded her head.
“Okay,” she whispered. “One chance.” She stepped away before she trailed her fingers across my palm. “It should be interesting.” She turned to the door and took a step closer to it.
“Interesting how?” I asked, confused by her choice of words.
“I’m not like those other girls you’ve dated before, Jack.” She raised her hand and gave me a small wave before she disappeared inside.
I turned away, giving myself a mental fist pump before my phone vibrated in my pocket with a text message from Paul.
“Won’t be home tonight. Staying at Emma’s. How did it go with your elf?” – P
He was such a nosey fucker. He and Emma made a good pair. Knowing him he’d probably drop a hint in front of her when the two of them got back to Emma and Faith’s apartment and try and embarrass her.
“Got myself a date. Don’t embarrass her.”
I placed my phone back in my pocket and shrugged my jacket on before I walked the rest of the way home in silence. I could feel my phone vibrating with incoming calls but I didn’t bother checking it. I had a feeling it’d be a female and after tonight with Faith . . . No way was I going to do anything to fuck it up.
I heard her clearly. One date; one chance.
Entering my building, I ran up the stairs, concerned I’d get busted in the hallway by the nympho in the apartment at the top of the corridor. She made me look like a saint. She was a cougar and I think that she had a different man with her nearly every time that I saw her.
Ducking in through my doorway, I frowned when I saw the answering machine flashing.
“Fucking hell,” I muttered, looking down at the flashing number. Nine fucking messages.
I shook my head, pressing the delete button, not in the mood to go through them. It made me an asshole but I didn’t care. The only girl I was interested in was Faith and I was determined not to screw it up.
CHAPTER FIVE
FAITH
“Morning,” I muttered as I walked out of my bedroom. I lifted my hand in a wave at Paul sitting at our worktop, still dressed in his t-shirt and pajama bottoms, eating a bowl of cereal. I looked down at my pajamas—strappy top and pink and white spotted bottoms—and took a seat next to him.
“How long have you been up?” I asked him.
“Not long.” He shook his head at me before he reached for an empty bowl in the middle of the worktop and poured some crunchy cereal before drowning it in milk. “Here you go.” He slid the bowl in front of me before offering me a spoon.
“Thanks.” I took it off him and spooned some into my mouth. “I love that you know I need lots of milk in my bowl.”
He laughed at my wording before he shrugged his shoulders dismissively.
“Well, we’ve done this a few times. I should have figured it out by now.” He grinned down at me before he spooned some more flakes into his mouth.
“Good morning sunshines!” Emma greeted us as she came out of her bedroom already dressed for the day. She was in what I referred to as her ‘business suit dress’. Her hair was curled and she had a full face of makeup on. “You’re looking so happy today, Faith,” she said in a dry tone. “Morning, sweetie.” She bent down and kissed Paul before she ruffled my hair as she walked past me. “Did you have fun last night?”
“Tons,” I muttered.
“So.” She took the stool next to Paul, leaning her elbow on the worktop and holding her chin. She gave me a sickly-sweet smile before she asked the question she’d probably been dying to ask me since she and Paul came home last night. “I hear that someone has a date.”
I glared at Paul, cocking my head at him. “Really?” I muttered.
“What?” He laughed at me, holding his hands up. “I only mentioned it.”
“Right.” I spooned the last bit of cereal into my mouth before I stood and dropped my bowl and spoon in the sink. “I’m going to take a shower.”
