I hate that I love him

Too close for comfort

The ride to the apartment is short, we take the usual rout and yet again there is a silence between us, I look out of the window and think how pretty the trees look with their brown and yellow leaves, fall will soon be here and the 2 year anniversary of my sisters death.

“Your very quiet this morning ” he asks turning the car into the now finished entrance of the apartment building.

“Sorry, I was thinking of something else” I know he wants to ask, its on the tip of his tongue, but I think he can tell when I’m feeling low.

We enter the building and stand in silence for the elevators ride to the top.

There is quite a lot going on when we arrive, from decorators to the floor layers, even the electrician is still here.

Walking into the lounge we are greeted by Diane Ledger and Pauline Jackson from perfect blinds, both very smartly dressed and both oddly very attractive.

They see us enter and Diane comes over to greet us with her palm out stretched.

“Miss Monroe, Mr Jeffries” she says in her high pitched tone, I was not expecting that voice to come from her.

“Please call me Demi” I reply shaking her hand.

“This is my business partner Pauline Jackson” she looks back at the lady who is still using some kind of digital measuring device and jotting down notes.

Pauline looks up and smiles at us both.

“So Mr Jeffries” she begins, “if we could talk fabric and colour” she looks at Aiden with what can only be described as f**k me eyes.

“Miss Ledger” he interrupts, “Demi is the one you need to be discussing these things with, she is the interior designer” he then looks at me and walks off to make a call.

“Shall we” I say holding out my hand for us to walk back towards Pauline who has now took the digital measuring tape off the wall.

We walk from room to room, I tell them about ideas and colours, about how I want the room to feel and they make lots and lots of notes, Aiden on the other hand just stands talking on his phone the entire time, giving me the odd smile when we walk past.

How he has the ability to make me feel like a giddy school girl, and I wish he would talk to me about that damn kiss.

“Miss Monroe” I hear clapping as I’m brought back from my daydream, I have got to stop doing that.

“Ok so we have some good ideas here” says Diane shaking my hand again, “we will be in touch when we have some fabrics that we discussed brought in” she smiles as Aiden walks over to say his good bye.

“That went well” he says watching them both leave.

“Yes it did” I reply feeling pleased with myself.

“Ok lets go bed hunting” he says excited and walks towards the front door.

Back in the car we drive into town.

“Do you not own a bed” I ask genuinely in shock that he does not own his own bed.

“When I left my parents home I moved into my first rental, he parks the car in an under ground car park, “so I never had the need to buy a bed” he stops the car and turns off the engine.

“This will be a first for me” he looks so happy as he opens the door to walk around to my side of the car.

“It’s a first for me too” I say as he opens my door to let me out, such a gentleman.

We walk into the first bed show room and are instantly greeted my a tall woman with long legs and boobs to be proud of.

“Welcome” she smiles at Aiden and completely ignores me.

I walk away smiling because I have dealt with people like her my whole life, she feels threatened by me.

I am as equally tall and although my boobs aren’t as big they are in fact my own.

“Sweetheart” I hear Aiden call making me spin around.

I walk back towards the woman who looks at me with a very fake smile.

“Honey do we want the king sized bed with maximum lumbar support” he’s smiling so hard right now, “or do we want the smaller bed for the more intimate moments” he grins at me making me laugh, poor big boobs cant decide to leave or stay.

I decide to play along.

“Well you know that thing you did last night” I say running my hand up his arm, he watches me intently.

“Well I think we could do it so much better in a bigger bed, you could go for hours” I wink at him making him gulp, I then look at big boobs and smile sweetly.

We walk along the rows of beds, Aiden follows me close behind.

“You didn’t have to embarrass the poor woman” he says finally making me stop in my tracks.

“And you need to stop calling me sweetheart” I reply leaning down the feel how soft the mattress is on the bed in front of me.

Aiden pushes me playfully making me fall onto the bed giggling, he walks off not looking back.

How does he have this absolute to brighten my mood without trying, I feel happier around him.

When he stops in front of a bed at the end of the row I walk up behind him and attempt to push him back, he somehow knew my next move because he moved at the last minute making me fall yet again and land on the mattress with a thud.

He stands above me with one leg between my own legs that have become slightly parted, he looks so good from this angle, and I can only imagine what it would be like for him to bend down and climb on top of me.

“Earth to Demi” he snaps his fingers at me like he does so often making me come back to reality.

“Did you go some place nice” he asks frowning.

“Sorry” I reply sitting up and pushing him out of the way when I stand, I was thinking of something”, s**t I need to lie better, “ I mean” I cough trying to compose myself, “lets get this one shall me” I add straightening my denim jacket.

“If you say so” he replies trying to hide his smile.

Back in the car we continue the debate about getting me the same bed for the guest room, I told him it was over the top and way to much, but he insisted that even when I’m gone the guests who use it will sleep in style.

We order some take out food and sit cosy in the living area, we are opposite one and other eating and talking about the apartment, I tell him a few more weeks and it will be liveable to which he laughs and says more like months the speed of the decorators.

We sit with our backs against the couch while watching some game show and two people attempting to dance, we both laugh at the same time causing us to look at one another.

“Do you dance” he asks looking at me all serious, the way his face is right now, could break a thousand hearts.

“Me, god no” I reply laughing awkwardly.

“Two left feet and no rhythm me” I turn back to the TV and drink my wine.

“I will teach you” he says putting down his glass, he holds out his hand as he stands.

“What now” I ask in total horror.

“Yes now” he replies pulling me up from the floor, “play something off your phone” he asks handing me my phone.

“Please don’t make me dance” I beg not wanting to look a fool in front of him.

“Play something” he demands again, I love this side of him.

Bea Miller sings like that from the speakers I connect to, one of my favourite songs.

“Good choice” he says as he takes me by my waste and pulls me closer to him, “now place one hand on my chest and the other on my back” his stare is very intense.

I do as I’m told bringing our bodies closer than ever, with his hand resting on top of my hand and the other around my waste, I can feel the warmth of his palm.

We begin to sway which ends with us almost falling flat on the floor laughing, I did warn him I have no coordination what so ever.

He doesn’t give up though, he just moves us slower, with him holding me tighter and me looking anywhere but his eyes.

“Your getting the hang of it now” he says and we sway and spin around on the spot.

There is an electricity in the air again, like before when he kissed me, I know he feels it too.

When I look up at him he leans down bringing his lips over mine but with out touching me, his breath mixing with my own as we get lost in the movement of our bodies.

Our moment is broken when a different song plays making me break away from him.

“Thank you for the dance” I say bending down to pick up some dishes and left over food.

“Anytime” he replies helping me by taking our empty glasses and sitting them by the sink.

“Well goodnight” I walk out of the kitchen and into my room closing the door gently, I don’t give him time to reply, nor do I hear him go to his own room.

When I wake the next day I hear Aiden on the phone, who would be calling him this early, I dress and walk into the kitchen just as he ends the call.

“So it would seem my sister has sold the apartment” he looks strained.

“What now” I ask walking over to sit with him at the table.

“Now we move” he replies looking at me smiling.

“But where” I ask, “how long do we have” this is very stressful, I never planned on being homeless again.

“We will have to move into the new apartment” its not ideal but it could work, “we have one week” he adds getting up to make some calls.

A week, that really is quick, Aiden would not see us homeless, I cant believe I would even think that.

I call to check progress of the new beds, I’m told we can have them delivered Friday evening, again its not ideal but as long as we have them by then, she assures me all is as planned.

Everything else will have to wait, we will have to make it work as we go along.

By Friday afternoon we are all set for leaving our current home, yet again everything I own is in boxes and ready at the front door.

We arrive at the apartment and I’m relieved that the floors have at least been finished, they look amazing and I can see the look of approval on Aidens face.

The bed company arrive bringing in Aidens bed, they struggle getting up the stairs because its super heavy but eventually they succeed, its not until I finish making his bed and putting pillows in place that Aiden calls me down stairs again.

“They forgot the other mattress” Aiden looks amused, but this is no laughing matter.

“Well go and get it” I yell, “this is your problem, not mine”, I’m so angry.

“Wear house is closed” is the reply from a small balding man that stands no taller than my chest.

“Unbelievable” I yell throwing my hands in the air.

The two men leave as Aiden stands smiling like a cat that’s got the cream.

“This isn’t funny Aiden” I cry pacing back and forth.

“Look, you can share my bed” he looks at me trying hard not to laugh.

“This is my worst nightmare” I mumble under my breath, its already late and I’m exhausted, yes sharing his bed would be every girls dream, but not mine, not while I’m still working for him.

“Would it be so bad” he asks taking off his jacket and throwing it on top of a box at the bottom of the stairs.

I let out a loud groan and stomp back upstairs, Aiden follows me and comes into my room.

“Look we are adults, we can share a bed for one night” he makes me swing my head towards him, I take a deep breath and shake my head.

“Fine” I yell holding up my hands in the air and walking off in the direction of his room.

I undress in his bathroom and put on my white t-shirt, Aiden has already gotten into bed when I come back into the room, having no blinds up makes everything shine all that more brighter.

I climb into bed and instantly turn my back to him.

I hear him laugh and it makes me sigh.

“What’s so funny” I know I must be acting like a child right now but I have good reason to, ive had one boyfriend in my life and well s*x was not exactly mind blowing, so I’m not good at this sort of stuff, and it makes me feel like an in experienced i***t.