Sooo...rather short chapter but I'm already working on chapter three. Sorry for the wait. Enjoy honeys.
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Chapter Two
December
Jarred and I were on my motorcycle, cruising up the streets colored with the dark rainbow that we call Manhattan at Night. It was maybe four o'clock in the morning. We had spent the last hours sitting at a table in the club just talking.
"This is the beginning of my courting you, lovely," was Jarred's answer to us staying and talking for so long.
"Hey December," Jarred whispered in my ear, making me shiver.
"Hmmm?" I answered back.
"Which house is closer, mine or your's?"
"Why?"
"Well, it's late and if my house is farther away, I don't want you to go out of your way." I felt a smile curl up at my lips. He was so sweet.
"My house is closer, but I can take you home," I replied, suppressing the bubbly giggle that wanted to come out of me.
"Well, I'll walk the rest of the way, okay?"
"Okay." We parked in front of my building and Jarred walked me to my door. My apartment had only three floors and three apartments, but each floor had a huge apartment. Each apartment had at least two bedrooms, a living room, an ensuite bathroom and spare bathroom, a living room, and kitchen.
"I'll see you Monday, Jarred," I said smiling and slightly reluctant to leave.
"Well..." Jarred started as I looked at Jarred so fast that my eyes almost got whiplash.
"Um...I was wondering....if you'd like to go somewhere t-tomorrow..." I looked at him and I had to suppress a little giggle. He was blushing and looking at the pavement with his hands in his pockets.
"Sure....I'd love to go. Say about three? It can be a lunch date. Is that okay?" I said with a smile. Jarred looked up at me and flashed me the cutest and happiest smile ever.
"Any time and any type of date is perfect as long as I'm with you December." I bit my lip and blushed.
"I'll see you tomorrow. Bye Jarred," I said walking into my building's front door.
"Later m'lady," Jarred called after me. I greeted Lola, the sweet dumpling of a lady and landlord that lived in the basement floor with her wife Doris, as I walked in.
"You seem happy December," she said with a smile on her face. Lola was like a second mother to me. She had pitch-black hair that fell down to her waist, hazel-gold eyes that showed ages of wisdom, and a little curvy, petite body that didn't look like it belonged to a fifty year old woman. Lola could have passed for a new and shiny thirty. Lola and her partner, Doris, were deeply involved LGBT rights activists.
I couldn't hold in my giddiness when Lola talked to me. "I have a date!" I squealed while bouncing on the balls of my feet.