The familiar sound of the click, swish and thud of the door opening and closing alerted Nicole to Benedict's arrival home. His soft footsteps brought him into the kitchen where she was finishing up preparing that night's dinner. "Halloooooo Mr. Just Ben!" she greeted him.
"Hello." he smiled broadly.
"How was your first day?"
He sat himself down in one of the chairs at the table, leaning back and kicking his legs out in front of him. "It was good. No major hitches. Everyone got along well."
"That's good. Did you actually shoot or just rehearse?"
"We had rehearsals already, before we started shooting."
"Of course," she nodded. "Well, how about dinner?" she looked up at him smiling.
"Sounds good."
Nicole grabbed his place setting she had pulled earlier and set it in front of him returning to the kitchen.
He eyed the plate, and then her, "Have you eaten already?"
"No. Not yet. I'll eat later." she smiled.
"Are you going to make me ask you every night to join me?"
Nicole smiled, and laughed to herself. "Yes, likely."
"Why?"
"Maybe a girl wants to feel wanted." she batted her eyelashes at him, jokingly.
"You're ridiculous."
"You're not the first person to point that out."
"Fine. Would you like to join me for dinner?"
"Sure." she chuckled.
"In fact, why don't we just make this a standard deal?"
"We'll see.”
****After Dinner***
“That was great, thank you,” Benedict said.
“You are very welcome.”
Benedict picked up his glass and leaned back in his chair taking a sip. “So,” he said.
“So.”
“Single to an embarrassing degree,” he grinned.
Nicole groaned leaning forward resting her head in her hands. She listened to Benedict chuckle from the other side of the table.
“Well, this is bound to be...
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... “I know,” she finally got out, “I-it’s fine.” she nodded her head a little too frantically. She expected him to let go of her hand. When he didn’t, panic started to dance its way in. She could not stand here like this, holding his hand, gazing into his eyes, in the middle of her kitchen with a sturdy, freshly cleared kitchen table Right. There. She could not do that.
It took all her will, and all her might, but she summoned up a few ounces of common sense and snapped out of her stupor. She gave his hand a small squeeze and let go, but not before she saw a flash of recognition of his affect on her. Shit. She hurriedly walked through the kitchen and into the formal dining room where she had left the cupcakes she made earlier in the day. Thank whatever deity told her to put them in the other room so she could collapse onto that table and catch her breath.
“Please put the box of dishes in the kitchen,” the woman said, enthusiastically gesturing toward a tiny but inviting, bright yellow room. “Oh! and that lamp goes in the living room!”
She let go of his hand, crossed to the other side of the table, kissed Daniel’s cheek, then hastened toward Lionel’s
... ease her with the warmth of my body, to support her with the strength of my arms. But she did not expect this from me, and I did not give it.”
-"I'll fix some supper," she whispered. She went downstairs to the freezer and took hold of the first object she found, a leg of lamb.
“Yes girl!” As I we walked towards the kitchen, we passed by Alex who was putting together the babies crib in the living room. Carmon poured me a glass of Chardonnay and replied,
She walked back over to the stove to continue fixing dinner when she heard him ask, “Mama, what does knocked up mean?”
“Come inside and eat,” he said. “It’s been too long. We have a lot of stories to share, questions to answer.”
Behind her she heard the terrified sobs of Olivia. Her own eyes also weighed with tears. But she reached into some unknown strength in herself so that her hands would not tremble
“So where were you?” Murray asked again, this time slowly getting up from their worn out sofa. “Are you hungry? I can heat something up if you’d like.”
“Whatever.” I grabbed my stuff and left the table, not saying another word, and went to find someone to talk to. I walked over to Emily, who had heard my previous
After a while of talking he decided it was time to go home, after apologizing for the broken door, and the food he ate the night before, she insisted that it was no problem and that they were very glad to have helped. She walked out the door to get her husband.
‘Did you call me? ‘I was wondering if you’re okay.’ He turned towards her only to see her grey pale face starring back at him. He moved closer to her, but not enough to touch her. He could see her anxiety and distress. He wanted to get closer still but she stepped back and turned from his peering eyes, asking multiple questions at once. He retreated slightly, enough to reassure her. She did not want him to intrude but she knew she had to release the build up that was taking place.
She hit send and then sat down on her bed to put on a pair of brown ankle boots. She grabbed her red bellhop hoodie along with her purse, keys and phone, and left her room to find Caleb.
She slammed the door behind her. Her face was hot as she grabbed her new perfume and flung it forcefully against the wall. That was the perfume that he had bought for her. She didn't want it anymore. His voice coaxed from the other side of the door. She shouted at him to get away. Throwing herself on the bed and covering her face with one of his shirts, she cried. His voice coaxed constantly, saying Carol, let me in. Let me explain.' She shouted out no!' Then cried some more. Time passed with each sob she made. When she caught herself, there was no sound on the other side of the door. A long silence stood between her and the door. Maybe she had been too hard on him, she thought. Maybe he really had a good explanation. She hesitated before she walked toward the door and twisted the handle. Her heart was crying out to her at this moment. He wasn't there. She called out his name. "Thomas!" Her cries were interrupted by the revving of an engine in the garage. She made it to the window in time to see his Volvo back out the yard. "Thomas! Thomas....wait!" Her cries vanished into thin air as the Volvo disappeared around the bend. Carol grew really angry all of a sudden. How could he leave? He'll sleep on the couch when he gets back. Those were her thoughts.