Reaching Gavin by Geneva Lee

Author:Geneva Lee [Lee, Geneva]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ivy Estate
Published: 2018-08-20T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

I didn’t tell anyone that Gavin was coming over for dinner. My best friends’ method of cheerleading usually just left me freaking out and there was really no one else to tell. As far as I knew we weren’t advertising this around the office. I might have told George if so. My perpetually absent roommate didn’t need to know, especially since I’d promised her no boys in the apartment. Since he was cooking, that left me to obsess over all the little details. I picked up the place, which only took me five minutes given how little time Lillian actually spent here and how terrified I was of making a mess in the spartan living space. My bedroom was another story. I decided, though, that if I straightened it, I’d be asking for trouble. It was better to take it slowly—a concept I hadn’t really tried before. Instead, I scrubbed down the already clean appliances. We never cooked. Then I set the table in the dining room. I stood back, Olive the cat circling around my ankles, and thought better of that.

“Does it seem like too much?” I asked the cat. That was what my life had come to: seeking romantic advice from my roommate’s cat. She meowed as if she had opinions on the matter. “You’re probably right.”

I took everything back off the table, which was in no way an insane move or anything. Then I decided to do something I was actually good at: figure out what to wear.

The entire contents of my closet had been emptied out onto my bed as I searched for the perfect outfit. I’d changed out of my office dress the second I got home, opting for pajama bottoms and a tank top. The dress had seemed too formal as if I wanted to keep him at arm’s length and in a tiny box of professionalism. Still, I couldn’t wear the pajamas either. But what exactly was a girl supposed to wear when a guy came over to make her dinner? I could go for casual and look like this happened to me all the time. Dressing up seemed like a no go. I didn’t need to look like I was heading out to a gala. I tried on a dozen different outfits, nearly breaking down to call the girls to see if one of my friends had a suggestion.

“What do I wear?” I asked no one in particular.

Olive had been weaving in and out of the piles of clothes. She meowed loudly and settled onto a simple, floral sundress.

“Perfect!” I told her.

She looked distinctly ruffled as I picked her up and took away her chosen ensemble. “Sorry, I’m going to need that.”

I really did have to get a life if I was going to continue to have conversations with the cat. Olive jumped from the end of the bed all the way to the dresser, which was pretty impressive given that it was at least 6 feet away. She batted at the top drawer.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.