Instead, I let him lead me down the hallway as he found my room at the end and told me to get ready for bed before he spun on his heels, stuttering out an “I'll be back” before leaving me alone.
A few minutes later, I was under the covers and covering my face, mortified that I had thrown myself at him like that. He probably only kissed me because he didn't want to hurt my feelings. He probably thought that I'd been through enough and didn't want to humiliate me again.
When he walked back into the room with a glass of water and two Advil I could've kissed him again. Scratch that, I would've gotten down on my knees and begged to do anything to him.
“Are you gonna be alright Kate?” he said, sitting down on the bed beside me as I took the pills.
“Yeah,” I answered dejectedly.
“I'm going to go,” he said hoarsely as he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, making a soft sigh escape my lips.
He rested his forehead against mine, our breath intermingling for what seemed like an eternity.
“It is killing me to say no to you Kate. I just don't want to be another thing you regret in the morning. You're more than a quick lay, you're a lifetime of making love. Don't you ever think otherwise.”
Fireinthesky24: Sorry. I have to go. Talk soon.
I log off before he can reply, too shaken up by what I had remembered.
Why do I have a feeling that night dancer could be just as dangerous to my heart as Zander would be. In that moment, I realize two things:
1) I have to-no, scratch that-I need to put Zander out of my head so that I can move on. Maybe with nightdancer, you never know.
2) I really need to stop drinking!
Chapter 8: “Mirrors”
KATE
All morning Mac agonized over what to wear. I've had to redo her hair three times because first she thought it was trying too hard, and then she thought it was too casual. After I'd finally calmed her and her wayward, product-filled hair down, Daniel stepped in and reassured her that she looks beautiful and that she was worrying about nothing.
“How was your date last night?” she asks, mid wardrobe freak-out.
“Great,” I answer cheerfully. “But today is about you. Meeting the future grandparents and possibly in-laws, so we'll talk about it later.” In all honesty, I have no intention of talking about sleazy Spencer ever again.
“What? What makes you say that? Oh my god, do you think he's going to propose? I mean, we've only just got back together, and yes, we love each other, and I don't want any other penis, or man, like ever, but seriously, Kate. Me married? White picket fence and barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen?” She was breathless and panicking more than ever.
Will I ever stop putting my foot in it?
“Mac, breathe! We don't know what the future holds. You've just got to take it day by day and go with the flow. Haven't you learned anything from the past six months?”
“Okay. Yes, you're right. Okay, I can do this. I can meet the parents of the superhero love of my life, right?”
“Yes. Now get dressed and we'll get going.”
“Thank you for coming with us today, Kate. I know it's beyond the call of duty and all that.” She sniffs, and I know that this is the pregnancy hormones running amok again.
“Anything for you, Mac. Always.”
“I can't do this, I really can't. Turn the car around, Danny boy. We can go back home, and I'll give you the world's best blow job. I promise. I'll show your penis how much I love you if you turn back now.” Mac's fisting her hands in the gorgeous and totally adorable maternity dress she bought just for meeting the parents. But as you can tell, she's a bit nervous. It must be bad if she's pleading.
“Gorgeous, they already adore you,” Daniel replies, looking back at me and winking before reaching over to the passenger seat and rubbing her thigh. “Breathe, Mac, it's gonna be fine. I love you, that is all that matters to them.” Stopping at an intersection, he leans over and lifts his hand to cup her cheek, softly brushing his lips against hers. It's one of those show-stopping moments in the rom coms where all the women swoon.
“Thank you, Superman,” she whispers.
I want that kind of devotion. He is so damn good for her...hell, they're good for each other. They're like the perfect pieces to each other's puzzle. Mac has her little freak-out's and Daniel doesn't even flinch. He manages them, listens and calms her down. Between the two of us, there isn't a Mac freak-out that we can't handle. Although she's never offered me o**l s*x to get out of something.
We kissed once, but that was on a dare at a bar late one night when a LOT of alcohol had been consumed. It was nice, a bit sloppy given how drunk we were, but even then, girls are so not my thing.
It's been so long since I've been kissed. And oh, how I love to kiss. I could make out like a teenager for hours. There is something honest about it. You can't fake a kiss. You can't imitate passion and hunger. With one heartfelt kiss, you can feel everything the other person feels for you. My three date rule is for sex, definitely not for kissing, but I'm so glad I didn't kiss Roger or Sleazy Spencer. Can you imagine how much worse I would feel had I kissed them?
“We're here,” Daniel says, pulling into a long sweeping driveway stopping outside a freaking mansion. Holy crap, this has Mac freak-out level ten potential. I can see that my presence was definitely needed today.
“So, I need you to turn around now and take me back home. Kate can pretend to be me. It'll all work out.”
I lean forward in the seat, wrapping my hands around the car seat and hugging Mac. “Mac Attack, two problems with that. Daniel isn't in love with me, and I don't have a cute, little baby belly poking out. They're going to love you. You've got this. And if you don't, Superman and I are here for you.”
“Okay. As long as you know that I may look fine on the outside, but inside I'm like that scream painting with sound. Loud, wild, flail your hands in the air, sound.”
“I think we get the picture, gorgeous,” Daniel murmurs.
She turns her head to glare at him. “Are you sure? There are so many more descriptions to go along with this freak-out. The word 'epic' comes to mind.”
Daniel spins in his seat and leans over, taking both of Mac's fisted hands in his. “Gorgeous, you're the mother of my child and the love of my life. If they don't love you, then my parents have been abducted by aliens. Last night, when I spoke to Mom, she was beside herself with excitement over meeting the woman who has driven her son crazy for the past ten months.”
“Oh…”
“Yeah, oh…”