Falling Slowly (Falling Novella Series Book 1) by Rickman Shirl

Author:Rickman,Shirl [Rickman,Shirl]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Falling Novella Series
Publisher: Shirl Rickman
Published: 2016-10-06T03:00:00+00:00

Two hours later, I’m at home putting away the last bit of laundry I was too lazy to put away earlier, and still no Drew.

Maybe he decided he didn’t need his phone after all. That doesn’t really make sense, though. Of course, he would need his phone. If I really think about it, we didn’t set an exact time. I only said I’d be home in an hour, and he said he would see me.

As I’m closing the drawer on my dresser, the doorbell rings, startling me from my thoughts.

It must be Drew, and my body must know it too because I’m suddenly nervous. I can’t pinpoint exactly why, but I think it has everything to do with the way he was acting when he left me at the coffee shop earlier.

I take a deep breath then turn the locks on the door before opening it.

He’s standing there looking perfectly and beautifully normal. There is something different about his expression than it looked when he walked away. Drew is giving me his usual naturally smoldering look. A look I’m certain he doesn’t even realize he makes; he’s just being Drew.

“Hey, sorry I’m later than I said I would be. I had to drop something off at my parents’ house. Of course, I got stuck there talking to my mom. It had been a while since I was there last, so I felt bad running in and out,” he apologizes.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. I wasn’t going anywhere, and we didn’t set an exact time,” I assure him. Opening the door wider, I invite him in. “Come in. I’ll get your phone.”

Heading for the table, I walk over to retrieve his phone. I can hear the door close behind me. I pick up his phone and turn back to face Drew. He’s standing in front of the bookshelf in my living room, looking at the framed photos of my family and me. He picks up a photo taken just last summer when they came here to visit. Drew lets out a small laugh. He doesn’t even have to tell me what he’s laughing at because I laugh every time I look at the photo, too. The sound of his laugh and the thought of the picture brings a warm, burning feeling of happiness into my chest.

The photo is of me, my parents, and my siblings. Michael is in it too. We’re all standing near the Lighthouse on West Cliff. The breeze was blowing lightly around us. My mom was complaining about the chill in the air, yet it was seventy-two degrees. Michael and I are the only ones wearing short sleeves and shorts while my family practically looked like they were visiting the Arctic. Every time they have visited me over the last three years, my family just can’t seem to get used to the climate change from Texas.

Drew faces me, lifting the picture in the air, another laugh slipping out before he sets it down on the shelf again.

I shrug my shoulders and let a giggle slip out, too.

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