Fell In Love With My Roomy Chapter 85

This is how quickly I proceed.

I've just finished dinner with Kent at a diner. He has a surprise in store for me, though I'm unaware of what it is. I managed to wear the clothes I purchased earlier today, and I enjoyed a meal that required no utensils.

It was fantastic.

The past few weeks with Dane were a nightmare and a deception. The day I spent with Kent showed me that I could experience deeper emotions than I had imagined. It revealed that we truly had something special, while my relationship with Dane had been nothing but a distraction. With Dane, I never felt like myself, but with Kent, I felt authentic.

Kent treated me to dinner and accompanied me back to the subway station afterward. He's had a serious, contemplative look on his face since he went shopping earlier this afternoon. I hope my purchases haven't upset him.

"Are you okay?" I inquire in a hushed voice as the train approaches. He immediately snaps out of his thoughts, and his face brightens.

"Yeah, why do you ask?" He responds in a whisper and gestures for me to board the train. He finds us a seat, and I clear my throat.

"You seem preoccupied. You've been like that ever since our shopping trip, and I was afraid I might have done something wrong," I whisper. He shakes his head and extends his hands toward me. I gladly place my hands in his larger ones, and he gives them a reassuring squeeze.

"It has nothing to do with you. I guess I'm just thinking about tomorrow," he says softly. "Like you, I've had a lot on my mind today." When he smiles, my cheeks flush.

"Please understand that everything will be fine, right?" I whisper to him while running my thumb over his fingers. "What's happening between us is real, not a lie, and-"

"Yes, that's why I'm nervous," he softly admits. "It's not hard to understand why I don't like being at home."

"It won't change anything," I insist. "I know you might not believe me yet, but it's the truth. Nothing will happen that will alter this." I give him my word, nodding towards our entwined hands. "It's okay to feel anxious. I know it makes you tense, but don't worry about me."

Kent was typically stoic, rarely revealing his softer side, but it was there. I could see it now, though he still held back quite a bit.

"Sorry, I'll try to calm down. I don't want you to think I'm upset with you. I promise, I don't feel that way at all," he whispers, making me smile. "Plus, I'm planning a fantastic surprise."

"Tell me about it," I plead, but he shakes his head and smiles at me with his green eyes.

"I can't explain it, but I hope you'll like it," he shrugs and plants a kiss on my cheek, which warms me quickly.

Kent knows when we've reached our stop, and he helps me stand up. As soon as we reach the street, he covers my eyes with his hands.

"Kent! I'm blind!" I laugh, and he joins in.

"I know, I'll guide you. Just trust me," he says quietly, and I nod slowly. Even in the darkness, I can hear the sounds of cars and people around us as I walk alongside him.

Suddenly, we come to a halt, and he gives me a small look. "Are you all set?" he asks, and I smile and nod in response.

"I'm ready! What's that?" I inquire, and he chuckles.

"One, two, three." He counts to ten and then removes his hands from my eyes. After my eyes adjust, I see that we are right across the street from a theater. But not just any theater; it's the Gershwin Theatre. There's a line outside, and the marquee above the door is illuminated with lights and a sign displaying a picture from a playbill that everyone recognizes.

"No way," I gasp, my jaw almost hitting the ground. The Wicked poster is prominently displayed outside. "Kent..."

"Surprise," he replies, turning to face me. He looks proud, a bit cocky, and genuinely pleased with my reaction. "I know you said it was just a phase, but do you think this might be up your alley?"

"Holy crap, Kent!" I exclaim, leaping at him as he laughs, catching me in his arms. "This is unbelievable."

"That's for sure," he says with a smile, stepping back to look at me. "You like it?"

"I... I love it," I murmur, my body trembling with excitement. "I'm incredibly grateful," I whisper with a smile, and he nods, giving me a sweet, quick kiss. "I'm at a loss for words."

"You don't have to say anything, just come on, let me take you to live out your dream," he smiles, and I laugh as I break free from his embrace.

He drapes his arm around my shoulder and kisses the top of my head. As I start to feel overly elated, a sense of sadness also begins to creep in. When we return home, he'll likely act like he's never met me, and he'll be much better at concealing his true feelings.

Perhaps I haven't thought this through enough. How can I live with him after this without making things even more complicated than they already are? How can I do anything when I know he's genuinely sweet and cares about me?

"What's wrong?" He whispers as we cross the street, and I clear my throat and shake my head.

"Nothing, I'm just happy," I smile. I don't want to spoil the fantastic experience that lies ahead.

"Good, I'm glad," he says, looking content. I want him to be happy, and we are happy together, but my mind keeps drifting to all this other nonsense. When did everything become so complicated?

Wicked is an amazing show.