Love, curves and heartbreak Chapter 46

At Lily's party everything was normal, we talked a little more and I think he was calmer. Lily was happy, although I didn't know what it was that made Ethan feel that way.

We also did not return to talk about what had happened to us, our agreement, or even Tommy. We ignored the subject completely. I didn't see Ethan at work anymore, but at least I didn't feel so bad, I don't know if he believed me, but I think he didn't hate me. I think so.

Today was a particularly bad day, it was pouring outside and I had my period since yesterday. I was in pain, I felt terrible, I was alone because Suzy went to visit her family, I didn't feel like taking a bath or getting dressed, I was still in my pajamas and robe.

Of course, in such a miserable state, I received a message from Ethan, Murphy's Law, anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.

Prissy, it's been a while. I know things are not right between us, but I really want to see you, talk to you. Can I come to your house today? If that is okay with you. Hope to see you. Miss you.*

God, this is such a tender message, but unfortunately today is the worst day ever... I mean, terrible timing.

Why God? Why?

*Ethan, I would love to talk too, but today is a terrible day. I'm not feeling well, Can we meet another day?Maybe go out after work. What do you think?* I sent.

*What is it? Are you sick? What's the matter? Tell me Prissy he writes me immediately.*

*It's nothing really, I just need a few days rest.*

*Please tell me what's wrong. How can I help you? * he adds. Damn he sound worried.

I know he won't calm down until I tell him something specific. I keep hearing that menstruation should be treated as something normal. So...even though I feel a little embarrassed, I decide to tell him the truth.

*Ethan...I have my period and I don't feel very well. I will feel better in a few days and we can see each other.*

I send the message and for a few seconds I get no reply. He doesn't seem to be writing either.

*Ohh I understand, I hope you get better he just replied and the matter is settled*. Yep... it works. I check my phone a few minutes later, but he doesn't reply or send me anything.

Honestly, I feel terrible, yesterday was a nightmare and I felt like I couldn't do anything. I have no energy and have been sleeping on the couch all day trying to watch Netflix.

I don't even feel like changing my clothes. Besides, the weather outside is so horrible that I'm glad it's the weekend and I don't have to go to the office. It reminds me of the horrible rain in Seattle. I don't know what time it is and I don't care. I'm just curious if I can feel better tomorrow.

Suddenly I get up and hear a knock at the door. Hell, I'm still in pain, and it's still pouring outside. Who could come in this weather? Maybe it's my neighbor Rob, whom I haven't seen for a while.

There is another knock at the door, I get up lazily and adjust my robe, it must be someone wrong or looking for someone else.

But when I finally open the door, it's Ethan... standing at my door again.

For God's sake.

What the hell? His hair is wet, his clothes are wet, and he has a plastic bag in his hand. He looks as if nothing has happened.

"Ethan... what are you doing here?"

"To see you, of course. Can I come in?" he asks me, entering my apartment.

"You shouldn't have come here... I told you it was okay... that we could see each other in a few days. What... why?..." I cannot even explain myself properly.

"It was nothing... I have to see you" he says quietly. God damn it!

Suddenly, oh no... I realize that I'm in a terrible state, I look awful. I try to fix my terrible hair, which is in a bun on my head. I'm not even dressed properly! And I feel terrible!

"How do you feel?" He asked me, his kindness was so sweet.

He puts his bag on the dining room table, and I wonder what his intentions are in coming here. He looks very casual in a t-shirt and dark jeans.

And he looks very sexy in his wet clothes. He always looks sexy... and I look like a homeless person tonight.

"Could be better... I guess" I sigh. He nods and looks at my apartment, he must have been really worried to come here on a weekend to see me.

"Ethan... there's no need..." I start to explain.

"I came because you sounded bad on the phone, I thought that maybe you need some help..." he says simply. His attitude is different and I don't even know what to answer.

"I... didn't... I even ..." I say suddenly, but my brain isn't working properly.

"It's okay Prissy, you need to rest, come on..." He tells me as he takes my hands and leads me back to the sofa. He just checks to make sure I'm okay and tucks me in with my blankets. He's so gentle.

"It's just... you don't have to do this... you know. It's the weekend, you should be at home doing... whatever"

"I'm doing this because I was worried about you. Stop it... you're my friend, okay? let me take care of you, deal?" He says and I am silent, then I nod.

He leaves me wrapped up and goes to his bag and takes things out of it, they seem to be ingredients, and he goes to the kitchen.

As I fight not to fall asleep, I smell a delicious chamomile tea that he brings in one of my cups. I taste it and it is so sweet. It's like it was made by the gods. He is so natural that I am speechless.

"It's best if you rest for a while. It's okay. I will prepare something to eat" he tells me, looking at me with an accusing look.

"No, no... no, no, no way" I start to get up from the sofa.

"Hey, hear me out... and I'll take care of it, really, Prissy... is nothing" he says casually and calmly, as if this were his home. It is not.

"I don't want to sleep" I say like a spoiled little girl.

"Then watch TV" he answers me while he goes into the kitchen.

I really don't think he's going to cook, really cook, maybe make some sandwiches or... whatever. I want to get up and fight again... but I feel so comfortable here.

When I wake up half asleep, I notice that I have another blanket on me, and the reality is... that I feel better, like another woman, not the sad Priscilla of this morning. Suddenly he comes out of the kitchen.

"How do you feel?"

"I feel like new, actually... even refreshed."

"Would you like to sleep a little longer?"

"No... I need to go to the bathroom, I want to take a bath, I think it would make me feel better"

"Okay" he says and I go to my room to get some clothes, a t-shirt and some sweatpants.

When I go out I don't know what to think, we're alone in my apartment, I'm in a terrible outfit, he's cooking, came to take care of me even though the weather outside is terrible.

I was here sleeping like a baby and he was making dinner. Gosh.... I don't even know what we are anymore... sex partners, coworkers, friends? Damn it! Why am I always in these situations... with him?

"Prissy... when you are done, come to the kitchen" he yells at me and I go there. What else could I do?

When I arrive there is a delicious smell, on the table is a warm soup and a plate of pasta to go with it, with carbonara sauce, it is hot and it is... absolutely amazing. Perfection is the word.

Part of me is confused, another part is afraid. What does all this mean? I never thought he would be like this, but how could I not melt with all this sweet .... so sweet attention?

I immediately sit up and he laughs at my surprised expression. We eat together, and suddenly I realize that I'm starving.

"I love to see you eating well," he says, making me blush, "and besides... I brought you some dessert" he adds charmingly, taking something out of the fridge.

When I see what it is... I can't believe it. Good God.

"Blueberry pie?" I ask, delighted to see the round plate in front of me, the blue fruits standing out.

"Yeah... the supermarket version, sorry... it's probably not as good as the one my mom makes," he tells me, giving me an apologetic look.

"Your mom's version is the best dessert in the world" I tell him and he smiles.

"Remember when she used to make it and we would barely let it get cold?" He asks, and I laugh, and so does he.

"Our teeth and tongues were blue...and we spent the day in the mirror looking at ourselves. It's impossible to forget" - he hands me a fork and we both attack the cake, which was very good by the way.

"Thanks Ethan....really" I say smiling. He looks at me with a twinkle in his eye.

"You're welcome, princess," he says, lowering his eyes. He suddenly looks shy.

"How did you know... what to do in... these situations?"

"Ahh, it's just that I remember seeing my mom and Lily and the things they do. Lily used to get in a dark mood, so I would sit with her and watch her favorite movies. To be honest... they weren't the best, a lot of drama, you know" he says and I smile. Each time he makes me melt more and more.

"Lily is very lucky to have a brother like you. I usually get sad during my period too" I confess.

"Well, why don't we take this dessert to the couch and watch one of your favorite movies? I just hope they're not as bad as Lily's, don't let me down, Prissy".

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is one of the most tender, thoughtful, and loving proposals I have ever received in my entire life.