Ellie
By the time we got to the house, it was lunchtime. DJ ordered pizza because I insisted there was no time to stop. I still had a dozen appointments to set and confirm.
That didn’t even cover everything I needed to inspect and fix, but I was determined to give him a little more time so he didn’t feel like I was blowing him off.
“Alright,” I said, trying to push down the frustration at not being able to tear in like I was accustomed to. “I will give you a tour, then you need to go.”
“Go?” He put his hands on my hips.
“Yes, you are a major distraction.”
The laugh was natural and genuine. I was torn between wanting time with him and doing what I needed to.
He made me feel so good, and I wanted to hold on to it. But I also knew it couldn’t and wouldn’t go anywhere. He’d be gone.
