"You cooked?" He asks sounding stunned. I nod "I'm actually really good at it." I grab his hand and lead him to the kitchen before he can protest. "Casey..." He starts, but stops when he sees the flowers "You got flowers?" He asks sounding pleased and shocked. I swallowed hard "Yeah."
I was starting to feel really unsure about this whole thing now. He shocked me by sitting down "Are you gonna join me?" I let a smile spread across my face "Of course." We sit down and I watch him take his first bite. "Casey… this …. You have got to cook more often. It's spectacular." I allowed the compliment to seep through my body making me tingle "Better than your favorite place?" I ask hoping it was.
He nods "But don't tell Morgan. You'll wind up cooking for him." I laugh and take another bite. Hanging out with Chuck was amazing. It was nice to just talk and not have the weight of everything else on top of us. "I like this" he says unexpectedly." I grin because I know he means this, but I can't resist asking. "Like what?" "I like hanging out with you and not being as afraid that I'm gonna die every second.
You are good company." I shrug I'll take what I can get. After we were done he stood up and started to clear the table. I stopped him "You don't have to do that." I say as I take the plates away from him and place them in the sink. He proceeds to try to load them into the dishwasher, but again I stop him.
"You can go home… if you want to. I can finish up here." I say feeling like he may want to go. To my pleasure he shakes his head "I Want to help you." He takes the plate away from me and places it on the bottom rack.
I smile at him as we get the dishwasher started in less than 5 minutes. Quickest clean up ever. My stomach sinks a bit though because I know he will be going now. I walk him to my door and he turns to me. "One would consider this a first date" I say not worried about scaring him now that he is leaving. I have already told him how I felt. He grins at me
"I guess you are right. Going to walk me home?" I chuckle as he plays along with me. I nod "I am." He gives me a half grin as we walk out together. The 5 or so steps from my door and his are drawn out as much as possible. "What is your favorite color?" I ask trying to come up with anything to talk about. "Green I guess." He says "Yours?" I shrug "Probably black."
That was the only question I can manage to ask before we are at his door. I had an overwhelming urge to kiss him, but I held off. I was okay with how things were for now. "Chuck, would you like to see a movie together?" I ask. He cocks his head "I may.
I appreciate you cooking for me tonight Casey. It shows you care." He says all of this with a smile before stepping forward. For a second my heart exploded in a million directions because I thought he was going to kiss me. He wrapped his arms around me and I could smell his axe. He smelled incredibly good. I hugged him back tightly not really wanting him to let go.
When I felt him loosen his grip I squeezed harder and let go as well. "I'm glad you had a good time." He smiles and we bid goodnight. I turn to walk and as I get to my door I look back to see him watching me. I smile and we wave before entering our houses. I wouldn't change a thing from that night. Not even the fact that I didn't get a kiss. Now I had a movie to look forward to.