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.