Track 3 – I Like You So Much, I’m Terrified
The next few minutes were a blur for Danny. He could only think of her delicious scent when she leaned into him. Her soft lips on his clean-shaven jaw and how much he wanted her to do it again.
“Danny?” Jasmine called again, snapping him back. “Earth to Danny, is everything okay?”
“Sure,” Danny cleared his throat, blinking.
Jasmine was in the dining room, looking at him, her gaze expectant. Following her, he realized breakfast was ready. Jasmine had set the table. Smiling at her, Danny moved to the dining table.
“Where did you go?” Jasmine asked, as she sat down to her breakfast. Picking up her fork, she dug in.
Danny, charmed, watched her eat. He wondered what she would say if he told her the truth.
“The food looks good. I didn’t know you could cook.”
“Danny, you’ve avoided me for a while now. You don’t know many things about me.”
“Avoiding? I haven’t avoided you,” Danny said, picking up his fork ready to deny the truth.
“Really?” Jasmine studied him. “Hmm…then, I have avoided you,” she said, taking a sip of her orange juice.
Her comment had him looking up to meet her gaze.
“Why?” he asked.
Jasmine looked away first.
“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “Just ‘coz.”
“I want a reason,” Danny prodded, watching her eat eggs. He imagined watching her eat eggs for the rest of his life was not a bad idea.
“No, you don’t,” Jasmine said, sipping her juice. “How’s the business of cars?”
“Fine, we’re still standing,” Danny said, reaching for pepper to sprinkle on his eggs.
“Speeding against the air waves?” she asked, her tone cautious.
“It’s my passion,” Danny said. “I have a race tonight. Would you like to come?”
Jasmine answered without much hesitation.
“I have somewhere to go tonight,” she said.
“Oh yeah, with who?” Danny asked, his teeth gritted at the answer he would get.
“Someone, anyone,” Jasmine said quietly.
“But me” Danny finished for her, matching her tone.
“I’m avoiding you, remember,” Jasmine said, finally lifting her gaze to study him. “You and I, we’re very—, different.”
“Because you’re avoiding me,” Danny said, placing his fork on his mat. “You piss me off more times than you know.”
“I hardly talk to you,” Jasmine frowned. “I make sure not to.”
“Do I have the plague?”
“Can’t we have a nice meal with each other? No arguing. I owe you a debt—
“You don’t,” Danny said, louder than he intended. “I helped because I wanted to. You’re Terry’s friend.”
“Don’t yell at me,” Jasmine said, annoyed now. “This is why I avoid you, Danny. We can’t seem to be cordial to each other.”
Danny got up from his seat. He reached into his pocket, pulled out her car keys and placed them on the table.
“You know what, you’re right. Call me if anything sounds wrong with the car. I have to go.”
“Sure,” Jasmine said, not moving.
Danny glared at her one last time before he stalked out, making sure to slam her front door.
Avoiding, ha! Jasmine was too much. Did she even realize he’d asked her out and she had ignored it? Not to brag, but the list of women who wanted such an invitation was long, especially tonight. Plenty of women!
Turning his car toward the highway, Danny cursed under his breath. It wasn’t like he wasn’t avoiding her too, but the fact that she actually admitted staying away from him with such a calm tone, that pissed him off.
“Speeding against the airwaves,” Danny scoffed. “Who says that?”
“We had breakfast,” Jasmine said, hours later. “Then he left.”
“That’s all?” Terry exclaimed. “Oh, come on.”
“It was an exciting moment,” Jasmine said, flashing Terry a smile. “He yelled as usual. You can at least give me credit. I made him eggs.”
Terry shook her head at her best friend and wondered what she had to do to get her brother and Jasmine together. Her best friend and her brother were the two most idiotic people she knew. Did they need everything spelled out to them?
“Quit matchmaking,” Jasmine said, pushing clothes on the rack in her closet.
They were getting ready to go to a new club tonight. Jasmine wanted to let loose after her disastrous breakfast. The day had not improved, and her mood was sour. Terry had found Jasmine dealing with work problems, the warehouse she worked for wouldn’t stop calling her.
“I’m exhausted with drumming sense into you,” Terry said, moving to take Jasmine by her shoulders.
Giving Jasmine a little shake, Terry sighed.
“You two need to stop dodging the obvious. Things will get easier if you face up to the truth and stop avoiding each other.”
To be continued….Thank you for reading ^_^
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