Disclaimer: I still own nothing.
Author's note: You asked for a sequel and you got it. I don't know if it's any better than the first because I couldn't think of anything to add to the story. It's shorter than the first. Two pages, actually, but here ya go anyways!
The living room was filled with the heat from the fireplace. Monk had started to thaw and the feeling was coming back to his body. Benjy was still over at Alex's and Sharona was fixing dinner.
He was still surprised by his ability to touch her, even kiss her. The thought scared him a little, but also filled him with something so incredible that he couldn't even describe it. The only thing he knew about it was he felt the same way about Trudy.
"Adrian! Dinner's ready!"
Sharona's voice startled him out of his thoughts.
"Okay!" He walked to the bathroom and washed his hands before he went into the dining room. Sharona had fixed chicken pot pie, and it was still steaming from the oven. She smiled at him as he came in.
Monk sat beside Sharona at the table and returned the smile. "Chicken pot pie," he commented.
Sharona nodded. "Yup."
"But it's not Tuesday."
Sharona laughed and gently shoved Monk's shoulder. "Just eat."
Monk smiled, the sound of Sharona's laugh still ringing in his ears, making his whole body tingle all over. As he slowly began to eat, his thoughts wondered about just what exactly he felt for Sharona.
It certainly was like what he felt for Trudy, only a bit different. But was different good?
Monk watched Sharona out of the corner of his eye as she ate.
Yes, different is definitely good, he decided.
"You're not eating," Sharona said suddenly, pulling Monk again from his thoughts.
"I'm not?"
"No. You're staring at me."
Monk blinked and looked down at his hand. The traitor of an appendage wasn't moving that forkful of chicken pot pie to his mouth. "I-I'm sorry."
"Are you okay, Adrian?"
The question almost made him smile. He had been wondering the same thing. Just what was he feeling for Sharona? Was it love? Or was it just that she had helped him through so many hard times that his heart was just confused?
"Adrian?"
He looked at Sharona, saw her worried expression and her mouth twisted into a concerned frown. His heart skipped a beat or two as he looked at her.
"I love you," was his reply.
Sharona blinked and sat up straighter. "What?" The disbelief was splattered all through her voice.
"I-I love you, Sharona," Monk tried again and found himself falter a little. Sharona's initial reaction had been less than he had hoped.
Sharona blinked again and stared at her plate, as it would provide her with some sort of an answer. She looked back up at Adrian to see him staring dejectedly at his barely eaten dinner.
Her thoughts traced back to what she had felt earlier that afternoon, about how wonderful a man he was, and just how handsome he really was. He was a genius, no doubt, even if a little crazy. And he definitely was one of the more handsome men she had ever seen or even had a chance to go out with.
She smiled to herself as realization finally struck through her. "I love you, too."
Monk looked up at Sharona, hardly believing what his ears had heard. "Pardon?" he asked, half hoping, half worrying.
Her smile widened as she looked into Monk's eyes and said it again. "I love you."
Monk smiled as her words registered in his brain. "You-you do?"
"How could I not?"
"I love you too, Sharona."
"You've said that, Adrian."
"Oh. Well, I really mean it."
Sharona laughed again, the most beautiful sound in the world to Monk. He watched her, more fascinated now with her than ever before. She stopped to look at him and lean in for a kiss.
Author's note: You asked for a sequel and you got it. I don't know if it's any better than the first because I couldn't think of anything to add to the story. It's shorter than the first. Two pages, actually, but here ya go anyways!
The living room was filled with the heat from the fireplace. Monk had started to thaw and the feeling was coming back to his body. Benjy was still over at Alex's and Sharona was fixing dinner.
He was still surprised by his ability to touch her, even kiss her. The thought scared him a little, but also filled him with something so incredible that he couldn't even describe it. The only thing he knew about it was he felt the same way about Trudy.
"Adrian! Dinner's ready!"
Sharona's voice startled him out of his thoughts.
"Okay!" He walked to the bathroom and washed his hands before he went into the dining room. Sharona had fixed chicken pot pie, and it was still steaming from the oven. She smiled at him as he came in.
Monk sat beside Sharona at the table and returned the smile. "Chicken pot pie," he commented.
Sharona nodded. "Yup."
"But it's not Tuesday."
Sharona laughed and gently shoved Monk's shoulder. "Just eat."
Monk smiled, the sound of Sharona's laugh still ringing in his ears, making his whole body tingle all over. As he slowly began to eat, his thoughts wondered about just what exactly he felt for Sharona.
It certainly was like what he felt for Trudy, only a bit different. But was different good?
Monk watched Sharona out of the corner of his eye as she ate.
Yes, different is definitely good, he decided.
"You're not eating," Sharona said suddenly, pulling Monk again from his thoughts.
"I'm not?"
"No. You're staring at me."
Monk blinked and looked down at his hand. The traitor of an appendage wasn't moving that forkful of chicken pot pie to his mouth. "I-I'm sorry."
"Are you okay, Adrian?"
The question almost made him smile. He had been wondering the same thing. Just what was he feeling for Sharona? Was it love? Or was it just that she had helped him through so many hard times that his heart was just confused?
"Adrian?"
He looked at Sharona, saw her worried expression and her mouth twisted into a concerned frown. His heart skipped a beat or two as he looked at her.
"I love you," was his reply.
Sharona blinked and sat up straighter. "What?" The disbelief was splattered all through her voice.
"I-I love you, Sharona," Monk tried again and found himself falter a little. Sharona's initial reaction had been less than he had hoped.
Sharona blinked again and stared at her plate, as it would provide her with some sort of an answer. She looked back up at Adrian to see him staring dejectedly at his barely eaten dinner.
Her thoughts traced back to what she had felt earlier that afternoon, about how wonderful a man he was, and just how handsome he really was. He was a genius, no doubt, even if a little crazy. And he definitely was one of the more handsome men she had ever seen or even had a chance to go out with.
She smiled to herself as realization finally struck through her. "I love you, too."
Monk looked up at Sharona, hardly believing what his ears had heard. "Pardon?" he asked, half hoping, half worrying.
Her smile widened as she looked into Monk's eyes and said it again. "I love you."
Monk smiled as her words registered in his brain. "You-you do?"
"How could I not?"
"I love you too, Sharona."
"You've said that, Adrian."
"Oh. Well, I really mean it."
Sharona laughed again, the most beautiful sound in the world to Monk. He watched her, more fascinated now with her than ever before. She stopped to look at him and lean in for a kiss.