I wait in the living room for her to emerge from the bedroom. It takes her a few minutes and at times I hear a few mumblings, as if she’s speaking to herself. Once she finally makes her way out into the living, dressed in some of my old clothes that I never wore, I’m instantly star struck. She smells so good and all I want to do is wrap her in my arms.
I take a step toward her, my right boot thumping loudly against the floor. It makes her jump back before she shakes her head.
“Sorry, you didn’t scare me. I have been lost in thought.”
“I understand,” I say, my hand instinctively reaching out. Before I make contact, I stop myself out of fear that I’ll scare her. “Are you ready to go?”
“Yes, but does this really have to go down here?” She asks, her eyes trained on the door.
I give her a
