"Why do I have a room for me?" I asked following him through the house.
He opened the door of a locked room and my heart started to speed. A very minimal room was revealed, with little details, but fully decored by vintage furniture. I still remembered most of them are the ones I wanted to buy when we were together but never found the time to visit the shop.
I rested my hand on my chest, I couldn't believe it in my eyes.
"In case one day you will forgive, you can stay here. He said, his words shook me, he was still thinking I would forgive him. Was that being positive or desperate?
I smiled, "that's a nice gesture, but I don't think I will ever be able to do that." I said.
I was honest, but I couldn't lie seeing the room he dedicated to me changed something in me. Like if one piece of my heart that used to be shattered now had been fixed.
"Well, I have always hoped for us." He whispered, taking my hand. I swallowed down and retreated of few steps back.
"I have to go to work or I will be late," I said.
"Sure."
He walked to open the exit door for me and he stared at me as I walked out.
"Goodbye." He said hinting at a wave.
I started the car and finally left, I didn't know if it was a good idea to meet him because our meeting turned out the opposite way than I thought.
I expected us to argue or him to beg me to get him back but contrary to my expectations he didn't beg, he acted maturely.
Why was it so hard?
What should I believe? The old version of him or the new one?
Was there still a future or a glimpse of hope for us?
I parked the car but stayed in for some minutes to reorganize my ideas. I didn't know what to do anymore, I even considered for some fractions of instants to tell Carl about Cameron and see how he would react.
That wouldn't make us even since he supposed he did more than steal two kisses from his lover but at least he would understand how I felt and how hard it was to let bygones be bygones.
I took a deep breath and opened the door of the car to finally walk down.
Cameron just walked out at that exact time and when his gaze fell on me I realized whatever was clicked before when Carl told me about the room was comparable to the way I felt with Cameron.
I was so physically attracted to him that I immediately reconsidered the thought of getting back with Carl.
"I've been looking for you!" He said.
"Yea, there was some traffic in my area," I replied, his hand rested on my back and I felt electric vibration run through. "So you have to make up for this too besides yesterday's dinner refusal." He whispered leaning forward.
Lucky that you don't know about Carl then, or there would be so many more things to make up for and explain, I thought to myself.
He looked at me puzzled when I didn't reply right away, maybe catching something was off about my mood.
"How was the dinner with sister?" He asked raising his eyebrow and tilting his head to the side.
His hand was still on the back of my shoulders recalling memories of the first night we met.
"It went well, we are bonding well contrary to my expectations. I am glad we talked more." I replied smiling, the thought of my sister made my heart lighten a bit from preoccupation.
I wished she was here, I knew she'd had a good tip to give me.
"Did she give you another mini dress to bond?" He asked and I shook my head chuckling.
"No she didn't but maybe next time I will ask her to," I replied winking.
He opened the door for me and his hand lifted from my back to pull his hair back.
"I can't wait to see it then."
When I walked into my office I noticed there was a latte waiting for me on my desk, I smiled and reached it as if it was a lifeline in the ocean.
I needed some coffee right now.
"I hope it's still hot," he said. When I tasted it, the latte was warm but still good.
"Thank you, I needed this. I didn't get it this morning." I commented.
Maybe next time I shall bring him his americano to return his favor, I sank on the chair and I saw him slide out some papers from his bag.
He then removed the silky elegant grey jacket exposing his shirt that looked so tight with his perfectly shaped torso.
I focused on my coffee not to let my mind print the image of him shirtless. I cursed myself mentally, I was inwardly feeling like every other woman around him.
"You seem off today, distracted." He pointed frowning his forehead in a thoughtful expression.
"Do you want to talk about whatever is concerning you?" He asked.
But I shook my head, letting my walls up once again, I knew my sister would scold me for this but I was too much scared of his reaction to feeling free to open up with him.
I liked the strong woman more, hiding her weakness under the fragile surface.
"No," I said faking a smile, "I will be fine. I am sure working with you will make me feel better." I said sincerely.
A smile grew on his lips and he seemed to appreciate my subtle compliment, "I am glad, then we should start working. Shall we?"
I nodded, pushing the papers closer and starting to skim through them.