“I don’t know if I can come right now,” I said, glancing over at Lindsey who was staring at me. “I mean, we just got to the pub, and I don’t want to leave Lindsey by herself after the disaster we just skimmed by.”
“No, no,” Lindsey said, interrupting. “It’s fine. Go. Jordan is supposed to be meeting me here shortly. I am fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she said. “Go.”
“Alright, well Lindsey said Jordan is meeting her here, so I’ll be there in about twenty minutes,” I said.
“Perfect,” he replied. “Do you want me to send the car?”
“No, I drove over here today,” I said. “I have my car right outside.”
“Okay, see you soon,” he said.
I hung up the phone and sat there for a second, thinking about his call. I had no idea what his proposition could be, but I was really excited to get to see him a day early. I turned to Lindsey and smiled.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Go before I change my mind,” she said with a smirk. “I’ll be alright.”
“Love you,” I said, kissing her cheek and grabbing my bag. “I’ll call you later.”
I ran out of the bar and down the street to the parking lot where my car was parked. I jumped inside and took off toward Nathan’s house, super excited to see him. There wasn’t that much traffic on the road going my direction, so I was lucky enough to get to him fairly quickly. I got out of the car and jogged up the walkway, smiling as he opened the door and took me directly into his arms. He kissed me passionately, pulling back and shaking his head.
“I can’t stand to be away from you,” he said.
“I feel the same exact way,” I replied, leaning up and kissing him again.
He let me go and stood to the side as I walked into the house. He shut the door and took me by the hand, pulling me excitedly into the house. I giggled, never seeing him so jolly before. I sat down on the couch and watched him disappear into the kitchen, coming back a few seconds later with two glasses of wine. He handed me mine, and I took a big sip, finally relaxing from the stress I had just been through.
“So, what’s up?”
“You are constantly on my mind,” he said. “I can’t seem to go ten minutes without thinking about you. Does that sound crazy?”
“No.” I laughed. “I am the same way. I don’t quite feel right without being by your side.”
“Yes,” he said, pointing at me animatedly. “What if we get married?”
“Wait, what? Are you serious?”
He let out the air in his lungs and relaxed his shoulders, walking over and sitting down next to me. He took the wine, put it on the coffee table, and took my hands into his. I was shaking, knowing what I wanted to say but not believing that he was actually serious.
“I am dead serious,” he said, staring deeply in my eyes.
He leaned forward and pulled me close, pressing his lips against mine. I could feel the passion between us exploding and the energy in my chest bubbling over. As he pulled his lips away, he ran his hand down my cheek. Out of nowhere, though, I started to feel sick. He looked at me and tilted his head.
“Are you alright?” he asked. “You just went as pale as a ghost.”
“I don’t feel so hot,” I said, holding my stomach.
“Here, turn and put your feet up,” he said, standing up.
“I think maybe I have food poisoning or something,” I said, feeling the room begin to spin. “It just hit me out of nowhere.”
“I ask you to marry me and you get sick.” He laughed. “That is not a good sign.”
“And yes, I think that’s a great idea,” I said, closing my eyes. “The best idea you’ve ever had.”