Chapter 8 - Blair

Ifelt like a giddy teenager all over again with my first crush.

I have never been that bold before, but I kind of liked the new me.

I can’t believe I just gave him my number like that!

There was a small part of me that thought he wouldn’t text me.

When he did, I was pleasantly surprised and felt wanted.

I would have expected him to text me as soon as he left the bakery with how eager he was, but he didn’t.

There was a small part of me that was upset and hurt but I had to give the man some time.

I wasn’t being realistic right now. I tried to push it out of my mind, focusing on spending my evening getting to know him with random questions we would ask each other over text.

Asmodeus: What's your favorite animal?

Me: hmm, let me think. Probably a bunny. What about you?

Asmodeus: I don't think anyone has asked me that before. Does it have to be something on Earth?

Me: no it doesn't!

Asmodeus: Okay, if that's the case, I am going to go with Cerberus.

Me: Are you talking about the three-headed dog in Harry Potter?

Asmodeus: I have never watched that, but yes, that's the one.

Me: what?!?! They exist!!

Asmodeus: of course they do. All fantasy creatures exist. There are krakens, titans, and hydras. Basically all the creatures that you see in human mythology are real.

Me: That makes so much sense. I'm surprised but also not surprised at all.

As I lay in bed, trying to fall asleep, my thoughts kept going back to Asmodeus.

What kind of name even was that? It was ancient and demonic sounding.

I can’t deny that it fit him really well.

I couldn’t see him having a name like Chet or Hank.

The image itself has me cracking up laughing in bed.

Definitely too pretty and stoic to have such a simple name.

As I drift off to sleep, I know my dreams will be filled with the hunky man that was now suddenly in my life.

I woke up this morning to a good morning text from Asmodeus, wishing me a good day.

It was a busy Thursday morning, keeping me occupied until I had to leave at 12:30.

When he didn’t show up to the bakery that morning, I definitely pouted, looking forward to seeing him and flirting with him.

I had to work Friday and then the rest of my weekend I had off.

When I got off of work, I saw a text from Asmodeus.

Asmodeus: Hey beautiful, how was work?

Me: It was super busy but good. I missed not seeing you. Busy with work? How has your day been?

I secretly cringe when I read my message again after it was sent, unable to delete it so he didn’t see it. Fuck, I hope I don’t sound desperate.

Asmodeus: My day has been good. It's better now that I get to talk to you. Trust me, I wanted to come to the bakery and see you but I did have to work. I have a deadline that's coming up on a project that's important. Do you have any plans for Saturday?

Me: No, nothing planned for Saturday.

Asmodeus: Will you accompany me on a date? I would love to spend time with you. I definitely miss you. Texting is nice, but I love seeing your beautiful face.

Me: You're making me blush. I would love a date! What time?

Asmodeus: Hmm, does three in the afternoon work for you?

Me: That works great! See you then

My heart was about to break out of my chest from the excitement and nerves.

Asmodeus asked me out on a date. We haven’t been talking long, and I knew logically I should be stepping on the brakes and slowing my roll, but something about him felt surprisingly right.

I know I just got out of a serious commitment a couple months ago.

I know I just moved to a different state to start over again.

But one of the problems I started to realize when you moved to a new state was that you knew no one, and it was really isolating.

I told myself that moving was about me and finding myself, but my heart was yelling at me to go for it. What if he was using me? Maybe it was a quick lay to him? What if it was? I mean it’s not like I need to be in another relationship already.

Thinking about him using me for sex, made my heart squeeze tight.

I needed to get a grip and take some deep breaths or else I was going to go down the slippery slope of a panic attack.

I haven’t even been on a date with him and I’m already thinking about sex and a relationship, I groan.

Deep breath in, deep breath out. It’s okay to be excited, just don’t get your hopes up.

I’m getting ahead of myself like I have done countless other times before.

And what did we learn from those times? It never ended well.

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