“I can’t believe you’d actually invite me over again,” he said entering through her doorway after their awkward kiss hello.
“Just come in,” she said looking downward away from his eyes.
The room was dark. Not well lit, but well decorated. She always had good taste and was a fine decorator.
“Like what you’ve done with the place. Is that new?” he asked pointing at a small table next to the chair.
“No it’s always been there,” she replied again looking away from his eyes as she spoke. “Remember you cut your head on it while we were, well you know, on the chair next to it??!”
“Oh my gosh yes,” he said laughing while walking over towards the table and chair.
“We had a lot of great times,” he said while placing his hand on the chair. “So what gives?” He asked as he turned towards her.
His directness startled her. She turned away and walked to the kitchen. “Do you want a drink? I have gin.”
“Sure. Light on the tonic please. What are you having?”
“Oh, I’ll just get myself some wine.”
He looked around the room as she poured their drinks, looking at her pictures and the décor of her living room. “I always liked your taste and decorating, ya know?”
“Your decorating. I always liked it.”
She re-emerged from the kitchen with their drinks. “Have a seat,” she said pointing to the sofa. She placed their drinks on the coffee table in front. “I’ll put on some music.”
“You know, if I didn’t know how things ended between us, I’d say you were trying to take advantage of me,” he said picking up his drink. “I suppose sooner or later you’re gonna tell me why I’m here.”
He picked up her drink from the coffee table and handed it to her as she walked back toward the sofa. She turned on soft rock in the background.
“Cheers,” he said as he reached out his glasses to hers and clanged it.
“Sit down,” she said after her sip directing him to the sofa. “How have you been?”
“I’m good. You?”
“Yeah, I’m good too.”
“I don’t believe that for a second.”
“Because you wouldn’t have invited me here, out of the blue, for no good reason, after the way things ended between us before. So what gives?”
“It’s nothing. I just wanted to see you.“
“I don’t buy that.“
“Does there always need to be a motive behind everything with you? Can’t I just want to see you?”
“No because last time we spoke you wanted to take things to the next level and I didn’t and you threw me out. “
She picked up her drink and walked toward the window. She said nothing as she drank her drink.
“Look, I didn’t come here to fight. I just want to know why after three months you call me and ask me to come over.“
“Well, why after three months did you come over? You could’ve said no.“
“Because I love you. I’ve always loved you and I always will. I’m just not ready for that next step.“
They stood there silently. Neither moved. Their conversation hung there as it had hung there for the previous three months. Just in an open abyss aimlessly lingering for the next move.
“I can’t go through this again,” he finally offered. “I love you but I can’t do this.”
They again stood silently for a few agonizing moments. He finally moved toward his coat and the door but she stopped him.
“Don’t go,” she said.
“This won’t change anything.“
“I know, but I don’t want to be alone tonight. I need you.”