A/N: Don't own 'em …never will.
This is a companion piece to "Twenty Five Days", which is a story from Bobby's POV about the approaching Valentine's Day. This is from Alex's POV. As always, thanks to the readers and reviewers.
Eighteen DaysAlex was curled up on her sofa. The TV was on, more for the noise of "company" than anything else. She'd stopped paying attention a while ago, when her thoughts started drifting, as they somehow always did lately: straight to him.
"It's Friday night, January 27th. There are four days left to the month…geez, that reminds me, I'd better mail the rent so it gets there on time…four days, plus fourteen…that's eighteen days 'til Valentine's Day. Eighteen days 'til I make the best move I've ever made in my life…or the worst mistake I'll ever make in my life…I still haven't decided which…the only thing I have decided is that nothing's gonna' stop me this year!
Bobby seemed strange all week…well, stranger than usual. He was so….preoccupied. If I didn't know better, I'd swear I made him nervous…but that can't be it…geez, after five years, he's used to me….isn't he?
Well, he acted all right after work when we were at Carucci's…except for the way I caught him looking at me when the waitress brought our buffalo wings…and I took that big stalk of celery and dipped it in the creamy white dressing…God, those beautiful brown eyes were fixated on my mouth…and I licked a drop of the dressing from the tip of the celery before I put it in my mouth and…
Oh my God! Did he think I was flirting? Did I create some crazy subliminal "message" in his mind that I was trying to seduce him?… did I do it on purpose? I only had two apple martinis…oh shit, of course I did it on purpose…"
She felt her cheeks flush and couldn't hold back a giggle.
"Ha! If that's what his face looked like tonight, I can't wait to see the look on that handsome face in eighteen days!"
END (Part II)