"Lily wait..." Ethan pleaded with me.
I stopped walking, but kept my back to him. I had no idea why he was at Rocky's house. Nor why neither one of them warned me he was coming over. He was just there, in the living room. When I saw him as I left my room, I immediately turned around to flee, but I wasn't quick enough.
"What is it?" I said, trying to keep my voice even so it wouldn't betray how much it hurt to see him.
I felt him approaching me from behind. "What do I need to do to prove to you that I'm sorry?" He asked, wrapping his arms around my waist.
A shiver ran down my spine. "Nothing..." I said, pushing him away. "I get it. You're sorry. Lets just move on."
"No." Ethan replied, turning me around to face him. "Baby, I'll never move on from you." He said, tilting his head down so his forehead brushed mine. My knees buckled. "I would never pick her over you. I couldn't pick anyone over you. All I want is you."
He didn't give me a chance to respond. He just pressed his mouth to mine in a passionate embrace. He held me tightly in his arms. When I pulled away, he just moved his mouth to my neck.
"Please. We belong together. I see that now. I'll do anything to have you back. I won't let anyone come between us again baby." Ethan murmured between kisses.
When I allowed him to kiss me again, he picked me up and carried me to my room. He laid me on the bed and started peeling off my clothes. I followed his lead and removed his clothes too. When we were both naked, he laid his lean body on top of me. He grinded into me, inches away from giving me what I so desperately wanted...
"Ring Ring Ring!!!"
The bell of my alarm on my phone woke me up and out of my dream. My body was flushed with heat and arousal. I kicked my covers off the couch, but the cool air from the ceiling fan in Sammy's apartment was not helping.
Fuck. This is what I get. All day at work, I debated over whether I should text Ethan back. I came over Sammy's apartment after work to help her finish packing and assessed what we still needed to buy. Before I went to bed, I decided not to text Ethan. I didn't have anything to say to him. Unfortunately, he was on my mind before I forced myself to sleep. I didn't have time to analyze my sex dream with Ethan. I had to get Sammy up so she could get ready for the movers and I could be at the apartment when our new furniture arrived.
At the townhouse, the furniture is delivered right on time. I decided to wait to put my bed together until Sammy could help. Sammy and the movers showed up around 2 and they unloaded everything into the apartment. Sammy had to leave once they were done to clean her apartment. I got to work separating and setting things up. That's what Rocky found me doing when she came over.
"Where's Sammy?" She asked, ready to work on joggers, a tank top and bandana tying down her hair.
"Cleaning her apartment." I answered, pushing the red living room set around. Since I already had the boxes out of the living area, I figured I could see where everything looked best.
"She couldn't do that later?" Rocky asked, looking around the apartment.
"I don't know. I was too busy trying to organize boxes. I guess I could call and ask, but I have to get my bed set up and buy freaking kitchen stuff if I wanna actually live in my apartment!" I exclaimed, exhausted.
Rocky chuckled and shook her head.
"Come on. You need a break. Lets go shopping and get you situated. Brandon is at work so we can use his discount. Leave some stuff for Sammy to do. We'll put the bed together when we get back." Rocky ordered.
I decided not to argue with her, because I knew I was getting overwhelmed. I was thankful she didn't say anything else about Sammy's disappearing act.
I was so glad she suggested Target. Not only did I get new plates, silverware, and cooking supplies, but I got things I didn't think about, like trash cans and a comforter for my bed. Rocky also bought me an awesome oversized mirror to go in the den. Brandon checked out with us and used his 10% discount. He helped us put our things in the car.
When we got back to the townhouse, we brought in the bags. Rocky and I set up the mirror first. I stood in front of it, making duck faces, while Rocky played on her phone.
"Ok. You need to go pick up the pizza. I'll organize the kitchen." She announced.
"What? No. Just have it delivered, then we can work together." I argued.
"No. I want good pizza from this place called Italian Villa. That's the least you could do for all the work I'm about to do." Rocky countered.
I made a face, but left to pick up the pizza. The restaurant is in Carrollton. It's small and casual and BYOB. I saw a group with a box of wine on their table. Only in Texas, but I love it. If the ambiance didn't win me over, the smells radiating from the place did.
While I waited for the pizza, I got to check out the eye candy that are the workers- Especially a cute busboy. He had an alternative look even with his uniform of skinny jeans and a red company shirt. His hair cut had his bangs falling in his face as he bused a table. He had black gauges in his ears and tattoos running up his forearms. When he caught me looking, he winked at me. I blushed and looked away. Thankfully, my pizza was ready a little after that.
When I pulled up to my townhome, I was pretty sure I saw Trevor's Honda in the parking lot.
"There's a surprise for you in your bedroom." Rocky smiled, confirming my suspicions.
I put the pizza down on the dining room table before heading up the stairs.
"Is it Channing Tatum as Magic Mike?" I yelled, loudly, so Trevor could hear me from the top of the stairs. "Cause that's the only person I would allow in my bedroom right now."
When I walked through the door, Trevor is standing in the middle of my room. He already started putting together my bed. He lifted his shirt, and started doing a body roll.
"You know I look better than Channing Tatum." He smiled at me.
I smiled back. "Keep dreaming T-Rev!" I said, before giving him a hug. I really missed him these last few days. "I bought pizza. Let me feed you before I put you to work." I laughed at him.
He laughed too, before putting his arm around me. We went down the stairs together.
"How was your Fourth?" I asked him, when we made it down the stairs.
"Crazy... but good. How bout you?" He responded.
"I bet you mine was crazier than yours."
"Doubtful."
"Try me." I asked, when we arrived in the kitchen.
"Well, did you get a girlfriend?" Trevor asked.
I froze. Girlfriend? He never called one of his flings his girlfriend before...
"You and Becca?" Rocky exclaimed.
"Yep. We made it official." Trevor nodded.
"That's great. Right Lily?" Rocky said, handing me a plate.
I nodded, stunned. I couldn't even verbalize how I felt about that. He just smiled at me.
I cleared my throat. "Mine was still crazier. I called Karen a bitch and Ethan a dick before storming out singing we are never ever ever getting back together." I explained.
Trevor burst out laughing. "Liar."
"Yeah, about the Taylor Swift song. Everything else was the truth." Rocky confirmed.
Trevor smile faded as he looked between us. "Y'all are joking right?"
"Nope." I shook my head.
I explained to him everything. He looked pissed by the time I was finished. "Lily, if you get back together with him-"
"Save it. It's not going to happen. He could pull a Robin Thicke and write a whole album about me and name it 'Lily'. And I would be like, 'Great album, but no'." I responded, sarcastically.
He looked thoughtful for a moment and he frowned.
"Why are you looking like that? You shouldn't be upset. I should be. You were completely right. I thought that would make you happy." I commented, jokingly.
"Nothing about you being upset would make me happy, Lilypad. I'm really sorry." Trevor said, sadly.
"Don't be. It's ok. Really. I'm not that upset." I smiled at him, weakly.
We sat down and ate. It was delicious. We had Neapolitan pizza with sausage, peppers and olives. I can't believe it's the first time I've eaten from there.
"Rocky, you've been holding out on us. Why haven't you told us about this place?" Trevor asked, on his third slice. He took the words right out of my mouth.
"Because, Lily was in California. And you wouldn't have appreciated it, Chef Boyardee." Rocky smirked.
I smiled. That was a running joke ever since she learned in college he would buy canned spaghetti versus just making it himself.
"Did Ethan tell you about this place?" I asked casually. They both gave me a look. Whatever. It's not like I have Ethan on the brain. He never took me there. I was really just curious. It was in Carrollton, where he lived and it was unpretentious, good food, and reasonably priced. That screamed Ethan.
"He did. Brandon took me there on our second date. The first date was way too much. He was trying too hard. I fell in love with Italian Villa. Brandon told me later Ethan recommended it." Rocky recounted.
I smiled at her, but didn't comment.
We changed the subject and I talked about having a house warming/get together at the townhome once everything is unpacked. Maybe this weekend. I made sure to tell Trevor to invite Becca. Now that the shock has worn off, I'm happy for him. At least his relationship is working out.
Afterwards, we put my bed together and called it a night. I was so exhausted, I passed out immediately. Thankfully, I don't remember if I had any dreams.
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The next morning on Wednesday, I left for work, hoping Sammy would finish her unpacking today. Darren was my last appointment of the day. After we finished up, I was surprised to see Coach Sullivan waiting for Darren.
"Hello Miss Lily. How was your holiday?" Coach Sullivan asked, smiling.
"It was good. You?" I answered, simply.
"Beautiful. Florida always is." He answered. I pictured him, on a beach, in swim trunks. Yes. Beautiful indeed.
"Do you have family out there?" I asked, trying to get rid of those mental images.
"No, my fiancée does. That's where she's from." He responded.
Riiight. The fiancee.
"Your family soon enough." I said, quickly.
"Very true." He agreed.
"Lily. Tell coach what you were telling me." Darren said, cockily.
"Oh right. We're gonna start weight training next week. I was going to email you and let you know." I explained.
"Boom! Told you! You're paying for dinner." Darrren exclaimed.
Coach laughed. "Looks like it. Where we going?"
