***BONUS post. Enjoy!***
“How’s the soup?” Michael asked.
I winced. “It’s sort of burning my throat.”
He grinned and wriggled his brows. “Good. It’s killing all the bacteria.”
I heated up quickly. “This is just so weird to me.”
“You seeing me like this, in all my sickness, cleaning up my apartment—”
“—which I did a great job I might add. Almost impossible,” he joked.
“Shut up. I’m way too vulnerable right now.”
“Stop being so self-conscious.”
He tilted his head and lifted a brow. “You are,” he warned.
“Okay, fine, whatever.”
He chuckled. “Look, if it’s making you that uncomfortable then I can go. But believe me when I say that I really, really, really, like taking care of you. And I really, really, really like you.”
I narrowed my eyes. “How come you never came up?”
He blinked confusedly. “What?”
I shrugged. “How come you never came inside with me? Every time we went out on a date or whatever, sometimes I’d ask you up, sometimes it was obvious I wanted you to come inside but you never did. Why?”
“Oh,” he smiled. He sat opposite me on the coffee table, and I dropped my legs from it.
“I thought you wanted…”
“I do, believe me, I do. It’s not like me to wait.”
“What are you waiting for?”
“I just…I just don’t want to ruin this. Argh…I fucking hate getting all sensitive and shit. Should be your department.”
I laughed. “We’re making jokes to avoid this are we?”
“Lucky for me I’m actually funny.”
“Maybe you don’t know this about me until now, but I have no energy to be annoyed when I’m sick.”
“Or no energy to fight back because you know you’ll lose?”
“Michael,” I tilted my head.
“Anna,” he mimicked me.
I laughed. “Wow you really can’t open up can you?”
He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. “I want to see where this goes. I just don’t want to fuck everything up because I want to fuck you.”
He shook his head. “That’s not what I mean. I just mean, I have this on-to-the-next mentality and I don’t want to be on to the next.”
I smiled. “Does this mean we’re exclusive?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “Do you want to be?”
I feigned my sigh. “Guess that would mean I’m going to have to cancel all my booty calls.”
He narrowed his eyes and I laughed. “Oh you got jokes, huh?”
“Okay, serious question. What if we’re building this up and in the end it’s not going to be great.”
He shrugged. “Then we fuck up and try again. Easy.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that. Oh now don’t tell me you’re one of those first time quitters. Because I’m not a quitter.”
“You sound like Rocky.”
He huffed a little laugh. “Stella!”
“Okay. We’re exclusive,” I nodded.
“Jeesh so demanding, okay fine, we’re exclusive,” he grinned.
I rolled my eyes. “Shut up.” I handed him my empty bowl. “Go make me more soup.”
“Like a vacuum, you are.”
***The Alice in Wonderland reference in the previous post was in the title: Beautiful Soup. Soul***