“Only the best for my girl.” Jordon looks nervous, and it’s adorable. I know we are walking a fine line trying to figure out where we want to go from here.
Stay just friends or take that next step.
After today, I think I’m ready to take the next step with him. It’s emotionally draining battling with my ever changing feelings. After thinking things over the last three weeks, I think if we take it slow, I can handle this developing into a more serious relationship.
“You are just too damn sweet today. I, for one, am glad you didn’t go with wine or champagne.”
Reaching into the bucket Jordon takes out two bottles of beer, pops the tops off and hands one to me before taking a long pull from his.
He looks nervous, which helps me relax because I’m nervous as shit right now too.
Jordon lets out the sexiest laugh as he sets his bottle down on the table, “Just when I thought I couldn’t like you anymore than I already do; I find out you love a good cold beer just as much as I do.”
It’s crazy how Jordon gets me. I love that he isn’t trying to blow smoke up my ass today with a ton of over the top gestures. He’s has put thought into everything we’ve done today to give me the perfect Valentine’s Day.
“Well what do you have in store for us tonight?” I ask glancing around the patio. I immediately spot Jordon’s acoustic guitar lying on one of the lounge chairs that point towards the beach, overlooking the ocean. The water is glistening in the moonlight making the view majestic.
My stomach fills with butterflies the second I see the guitar. If he sings for me tonight, I may just lose it and turn into a blubbering mess. My emotions are already all over the place tonight.
Waving to someone behind me, he flashes me a sly grin, “You’ll find out soon enough.”
God! I swear he loves torturing me just as much as he loves fucking me.
I spot someone walking up beside me, making their way around our table. Looking up, my eyes land on my personal assistant, Toby. He’s been my assistant for four years and is the only reason I remember my scheduled interviews or pretty much anything else I have to do on a daily basis.
“Toby! Well, don’t you look snazzy.” I say as I take in Toby wearing dress slacks, white dress shirt and black tie. He even has his sandy brown hair gelled back.
“Yeah, well don’t get too use to it. Tomorrow I’ll be back in my Gucci jeans and loafers.” He teases, flashing me a mega-watt smile.
If anyone knows style, it’s Toby. He also owns the title of my personal stylist. Without him, I’d never stay current on the hottest new trends or what Brangelina or Kimye are up to these days.
“I asked Toby and Amanda to help me with your surprise tonight since I am a disaster in the kitchen. Amanda saved the day by cooking our dinner, and Toby offered to be our server.”
This is crazy. I can’t believe how amazing he’s being tonight; this is all just too much. For each surprise he has organized today, I feel my walls have crumbled just a bit more.
“That is so sweet. I appreciate you not cooking. My idea of a fun Valentine’s Day dinner does not include food poisoning, torched food or cleaning up the mess.”
Slapping his hand against his chest, Jordon’s face drops as he tries to act like he’s offended; his pouty face is priceless. “That hurts, right here.” He says putting his hand over his heart.
I can’t hold back my laughter, and before I know it we’re both laughing while Toby just shakes his head and tells us he’ll be out shortly with our dinner.
We spend the next hour eating delicious grilled shrimp on a bed of wild rice and asparagus. We go through the bucket of beer before the meal is over leaving us both with a good buzz.
When we finished our meal, I excused myself to freshen up. After re-applying my lip gloss and popping a mint in my mouth, I rejoined Jordon back outside where he is sitting by the fire with his guitar beside him.
Sitting down next to him, I curl my legs under me and rest my head on his shoulder. I get lost for a few moments just staring into the flames of the fire. The heat radiating off the fire causes our skin to glow, soothing us as it mixes with the cool salty air.
I’m trying to lock this moment of tranquility in my mind for eternity, as a new memory to look back on.
Jordon wraps his arm around my waist and presses a kiss to my temple before breaking the silence that’s fallen between us, “I hope I’ve helped make today a day filled with happiness instead of a day of sadness.”
Snuggling into him further, but never taking my eyes off of the fire I tell Jordon truthfully, “Today has been the first perfect day I’ve had since before Cane was deployed to Iraq. For the first time in such a long time, I’m happy. It is the first Valentine’s Day I’ve spent actually enjoying myself instead of getting lost in the overwhelming sadness that usually consumes me.”