The door to Grace Adler Designs opened and Jack stepped in. He paused
to run his hand through his hair and then straightened up.
"Karen, I thought I told you to take the day off. You looked horrible, I thought I was going to puke!" Grace said without turning to see who it really was. She had her back to the door and didn't notice when Jack walked up to her. He wrapped his arms around her stomach and felt her tense, but then she relaxed, smelling that wonderful Jack cologne. "Jack?" Grace asked, setting down her pencil and placing her hands on his.
"Yeah, Grace?" Jack sounded as if he didn't know he was holding on to her.
"What are you doing here?" Butterfly's fluttered in Grace's stomach, knowing what would happen next.
"Grace, you know that I'm gay, right? And well, I still like men, but..." He paused not sure how to say he had feelings for Grace.
Grace froze, awaiting for the words that seemed inevitable.
"Grace, I think I have, like a, um, thing for you?" He ended it as a question, not really that sure of it himself.
"Oh, god Jack." Grace turned so she was facing him.
Jack froze, realizing he was standing face-to-face with the women he had just admitted his feelings to.
"It's okay," Grace unwrapped his hands from her back and took them in hers. "Listen, we can take it slow, it doesn't have to happen any time soon." Oh, but Grace wished it could.
Jack considered this. "Okay." He nodded.
"And we can just start out like friends and see where it goes from there." Grace proposed, making this as easy for Jack as possible.
Jack considered this. "Okay." He nodded again.
"Good, I'll see you around then." Grace dropped his hands as he turned to leave. But before he could he turned back around and shyly queried, "Would you...like want to...have...dinner...with...me?" He asked.
Grace smiled. "Of course."
"Karen, I thought I told you to take the day off. You looked horrible, I thought I was going to puke!" Grace said without turning to see who it really was. She had her back to the door and didn't notice when Jack walked up to her. He wrapped his arms around her stomach and felt her tense, but then she relaxed, smelling that wonderful Jack cologne. "Jack?" Grace asked, setting down her pencil and placing her hands on his.
"Yeah, Grace?" Jack sounded as if he didn't know he was holding on to her.
"What are you doing here?" Butterfly's fluttered in Grace's stomach, knowing what would happen next.
"Grace, you know that I'm gay, right? And well, I still like men, but..." He paused not sure how to say he had feelings for Grace.
Grace froze, awaiting for the words that seemed inevitable.
"Grace, I think I have, like a, um, thing for you?" He ended it as a question, not really that sure of it himself.
"Oh, god Jack." Grace turned so she was facing him.
Jack froze, realizing he was standing face-to-face with the women he had just admitted his feelings to.
"It's okay," Grace unwrapped his hands from her back and took them in hers. "Listen, we can take it slow, it doesn't have to happen any time soon." Oh, but Grace wished it could.
Jack considered this. "Okay." He nodded.
"And we can just start out like friends and see where it goes from there." Grace proposed, making this as easy for Jack as possible.
Jack considered this. "Okay." He nodded again.
"Good, I'll see you around then." Grace dropped his hands as he turned to leave. But before he could he turned back around and shyly queried, "Would you...like want to...have...dinner...with...me?" He asked.
Grace smiled. "Of course."