Accidentally Amy(65)

Izzy laughed, too, when she saw the big blobs of soap that were dangling precariously, about to drip off of her face. Her giggles got stuck in her throat, though, when she raised her eyes to his. Heat, warmth, and something more – wonderfully, perfectly more – hovered between them.
“I’m going to go take care of the boys before you distract me and make me late,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “Think you’ll be ready to go in twenty?”
She nodded and turned the water back on. “Yep.”
“Want to stop for a PSL on the way, Amy?”
“You know that I do, Chest.”


    7:45 a.m.
Blake: You home?
Izzy: Yep. Just got here.
Blake: And my car…?
Izzy: Totaled.
Blake: Thank you for taking such good care of it.
Izzy: I’m seriously obsessed with it. All I want to do is drive.
Blake: You can, y’know.
Izzy: I fear I might accidentally commit GTA and disappear from the area if I spend any more time with him.
Blake: HIM?
Izzy: That car is a sleek, fast, sexy bastard. TOTALLY a dude.
Blake: Agree to disagree.
Izzy: How’s work btw?
Blake: Fine. I think I might miss you (or else I need some Tums).
Izzy: Can’t you miss me AND need Tums?
Blake: I miss you and need a Tum.
Izzy: I can bring you one.
Blake: Without GTA temptation?
Izzy: Hmmm….
Blake: It’s only been 30 minutes since you dropped me off. I say we hold off on the Tum delivery.
Izzy: LMK if you change your mind.
Blake: Will do. I have a meeting in a few minutes so I should probably go.
Izzy: I think I’m going to miss you. Or need a Tum.
Blake: Not “think,” Iz – you KNOW. Try it again – all together this time.
Izzy: I know I’m going to miss you, Phillips.
Blake: Ditto, Shay.
    

11:15 a.m.
Izzy: You should come over for lunch. I’ll make you something with the ketchup, soy sauce and American cheese in my fridge if you’re nice to me.
Blake: Damn, girl, you really know how to tempt a guy.
Izzy: Right? And I’m wearing my grandma’s housecoat at the moment, so I’ll even look sexy AF while I cook.
Blake: SO tempting, but I have no car, remember?
Izzy: I could come get you…
Blake: I have a meeting at 1:15, so there isn’t really enough time.
Izzy: What if I make you ACTUAL food and I wear ACTUAL clothes? Then would you be interested?
Blake: Baby, you could wear any-fucking-thing, serving any-ass-food, and I would be frothing-at-the-mouth interested.
Izzy: Ooh – I’m “baby” again. Will you say it NOW?
Blake: NO.
Izzy: Pleeeeeeeeease?
Blake: What do I get if I say it?
Izzy: My mouth on your—
Blake: …..my what?? My WHAT, SHAY????
Izzy: Say it and I’ll tell you. B
lake: SIGH. Ahem. “Are you lost, Baby Girl?”
Izzy: Gawwwwwwwwd. \'7bfans self\'7d Get your ass over here, Chest.
Blake: No car and meeting at one, remember?
Izzy: Yes, that’s right (wipes sweat beads off upper lip). Listen, don’t take this the wrong way, Phillips, but I can’t wait to see you at 5. I’m literally counting the hours until I can pick you up. Weird, right?
Blake: Absolutely bizarre, yet I feel the EXACT same way. I think we might’ve eaten spoiled meat or something.
Izzy: For sure. This whole thing is either love or spoiled meat.
Blake: Well, then - I spoiled meat you.
Izzy: I spoiled meat you, too.


    Blake
11:45 a.m.
Blake pressed the buzzer and waited. And waited. He knew she was home because his car was parked out front, but she wasn’t answering the door. He texted: What are you doing?
Izzy: Job applications.
Blake: Aren’t you going to answer the door?
Izzy: That’s you??
Blake: Yup.
The door opened and there she was, looking at him with a crinkle between her eyebrows. “What are you doing here?”
He straightened from his doorway lean and held out the bouquet of daisies. “My 1:15 meeting was cancelled, so I decided to take the afternoon off. Pizza’s on the way.”
She kept squinting at him. “Who was the meeting with?”
“Brad,” he said.
“Why did he cancel?”
“He didn’t,” he said, and he watched as her eyes moved all over his face. “I did.”
“You cancelled your meeting.” Her face changed then, morphing from confusion to straight-up fucking sunshine. Her nose crinkled and her green eyes squinted and her lips slid into a huge grin. “Get your ass in here, Chest.”
Izzy grabbed the flowers and went inside. Blake followed. “I’m going to get a vase for these,” she said, walking toward the kitchen. “Be right back.”
Blake started to follow, but she stopped, put out a hand and said, “You can turn on the TV or something. I’ll be right back.”
“Oh-kay,” he said, watching as she disappeared into the other room. He paced around the living room for a minute and petted The Darkling, but he couldn’t ignore the noises from the kitchen. It sounded like she was chasing a mouse or something, like she was running and bumping into walls and knocking things over.
He quietly approached the doorway, and then he got that feeling in his chest again, the pinch, only it was the hardest it’d ever been. That pinching feeling almost brought tears to his eyes as he watched her try to hide…everything.
“Iz,” he said, and she froze.
“This, um, is just…” She looked around at the kitchen, obviously trying to formulate some logical explanation. “Like a cleanup effort--”