The week went by entirely too slow. Negan gave me plenty of work to keep me busy, but in the evenings, I found myself completely alone.
Before Amy died, I had gone on dates, hung out with friends, and went places mostly with my sister. Now I mostly come home, put on pajamas, and eat whatever is the cheapest food possible. Usually McDonald's or peanut sandwiches with milk.
I dialed his number, waiting nervously for him to pick up.
They were supposed to hang out tonight, but I supposed he decided to cancel it. Which is fine, but he could have at least called me. I decided to call him. Make sure he really wanted to cancel. I mean, I had washed my hair and shaved my legs so he could at least tell me if he was canceling.
I dialed his number, waiting nervously for him to pick up.
"Hey, this is Andrea, " I said nervously, hearing him breathe on the other side of the phone.
"I remember you. I was just about to call you. I wanted to see what time you wanted to come over. If you are still available, " he said calmly.
Suddenly, I am no longer upset. I am looking forward to a distraction from this darkness. I needed to feel something besides sadness and guilt. A few days ago, I was wanting to die, but now I just wanted to be around him. "I am leaving work now. Would you like to text me your address? " I said, wanting to get there as soon as possible.
"Yes, just come straight here, " he said, sounding overly excited about seeing her.
"Did you wash my Nirvana shirt to sleep in? " I said, blushing on the phone.
"I just took it out of the dryer. Hurry up and get here, " he said cheerfully.
Would I actually sleep with this complete stranger? I mean, it wouldn't be the first time I had been reckless, but I told myself I was done with one-night stands. It wouldn't be like that, I tell myself. He seems to be actually a good guy, and maybe this could be an actual relationship. I had never been successful with that before, but maybe this time could be different.
This could actually last longer than six months. It wouldn't be like with Shane or Daryl, I tell myself.
This could be something.
After driving for thirty minutes, I arrived in front of his gated mansion. The gate opened immediately as I pulled in, and I parked quickly. He walked out to greet me.
His arms wrap completely around me and my body burns all over. Did he get more attractive in the last four days?
He held me in his arms for five minutes before letting me go. Our bodies seemed to fit perfectly together, and I was thinking that my body count was about to go up to nine instead of eight.
"Let's go inside. We can figure out what you want to eat for dinner, " he says sweetly.
I took his hand and followed him inside.