I knew this morning when she didn’t come downstairs to get her coffee that she was putting space between us. I knew when I kissed her goodbye that she would not answer me. Last night was one of the greatest nights of my life. Fuck, being with her again. It was as if my soul was closed off for the last two years and I was finally alive. Which is crazy, but I now see I was just going through the motions of what I thought my life should be instead of actually living my life.
Instead of texting her again, I opt to call her. The phone rings four times before it heads to voice mail.
“You’ve reached Sofia Barnes. Please leave me a message, and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”
“Hey, baby,” I say softly, knowing it’s going to piss her off. “It’s me, call me back. Miss you.” I hang up and head home.
As soon as I get home, I make my way out to the back of the house, going straight for the gym. I spend a couple of hours in there doing my workout, and the phone doesn’t ring the whole time. I mean, it rings but it’s not who I want it to be. Christopher calls me, my mother even calls me, but nothing from Sofia.
Walking into the house, I go straight to the kitchen and grab one of the prepared meals I have in the fridge. I put it in the microwave for a couple of minutes before standing and eating it straight out of the container. I quickly shower, and when I get out, I wear jeans and a white polo shirt before jogging out to my car. I dial Sofia again, but it goes straight to voice mail this time. She’s ignored me all day, and I don’t bother leaving her a message this time.
I drive by her workplace first, seeing her car isn’t there and all of the lights are off. Turning around, I head straight to her house. I pull up to her house and see a truck in her driveway next to her car.
I park on the street, looking at the truck twice before walking up the steps to her house. I ring the doorbell, turning to look over at the truck again. My hands go to my hips as my stomach gets tight.
I hear the door unlock, turning to see Sofia open the door. She is still dressed in her work clothes, looking just as beautiful as ever. The smile on my face quickly fades when she comes out of the house and closes the door behind her. The feeling I had in my stomach gets even stronger. “What are you doing here?” Her voice is almost a whisper as she looks at me with a frantic look on her face, then turns to look at the closed door.
I watch her and I swear I feel like I’m going to throw up all over the place. “Is someone inside?” I ask as my heart sinks in my chest. My breathing starts to come in pants as I wait for her to answer.
She’s about to tell me something when the door opens behind her and, I swear to God, I’m getting ready to throat punch whoever is in her house. The door opens, and I see Casey step out. I recognize him from the picture my uncle Matthew showed me. He’s wearing dress pants with a dress shirt with sleeves rolled up at the arms. He stares at me with a glare. “Oh my God,” Sofia mumbles from beside me, and I look over to see her closing her eyes and shaking her head.
“Who are you?” he asks, his voice calm and monotone. He puts his hands in his pants pockets.
“I’m Matthew,” I tell him, even though we did meet once a long, long time ago.
“Why are you here?” His eyes never leave mine as he takes me in.
“I’m here to see Sofia.” I look down at her and smile at her as she looks like she’s ready to freak out.
“Why?” he asks, and I have to think about how to say this without sticking my foot in my mouth.
“Okay,” Sofia finally cuts in, “that’s enough of the interrogation.” She looks at her grandfather and then looks over at me. “We were just going to have dinner.” She looks at her grandfather. “Do you want to join us?” she asks, and the nerves that were all over my body are now gone.
“No,” Casey snaps.
At the same time, I say, “Sure.”
Sofia walks away from me to stand in front of Casey. “Be nice,” she tells her grandfather, then turns back to look at me.
I follow her lead and stand in front of her. “Hi,” I say softly and then bend to kiss her on her lips.
“Did you just kiss me in front of my grandfather?” Sofia hisses, now almost yelling.
I roll my lips and look over to Casey, who is now glaring at me even harder than he was before. His hands are out of his pockets and folded in front of him.
“Yeah,” I finally say, “I guess I did.”
“Can you not?” Sofia says and I put my hand on her shoulder. She looks at said hand.