The drive to my house is a blur of anticipation, despite how short it is.
Every now and then, I steal glances at Carlie, her presence filling the car with a comforting yet exhilarating energy. It’s hard to believe how quickly things have progressed between us, but I can’t even bother to question it because it all feels so right.
I’ve never felt this way about anyone—and truth be told, it’s as unnerving as it’s awesome.
Pulling into my driveway, I park the car and turn to her. “So, this is it. Your new gym.”
Carlie looks around, her eyes taking in the quaint charm of my house.
It’s a classic Craftsman bungalow, typical of Duluth’s older neighborhoods, with its low-pitched roof, wide eaves, and exposed wooden structural elements. The exterior, thankfully, is a harmonious blend of natural stone and warm, earthy tones, exuding a cozy, inviting vibe.
At least to me.
Of course, there’s the small front porch, adorned with a couple of rustic chairs that completes the scene. I don’t know how many nights I’ve sat out there with Dylan or Brian, drinking beers and talking shit into the wee hours of the morning.
“This is where the magic happens, huh?” she teases, her tone light.
“You could say that.” I chuckle, feeling a flicker of nerves. “Let me show you.”
“Okay,” she says softly.
I get out, making my way to her door so I can help her out—as much a show that I’m a gentleman as it is a precaution. However, Carlie’s been the epitome of balance tonight, which has been interesting.
We walk up to the front door, and I can’t help but feel a sense of pride showing her this part of my life. I hope she likes what’s inside and doesn’t think I’m pushing for anything.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, if things were to develop, I wouldn’tsay no.
It’s just—no expectations.
I just want her to feel special.
My key clicks into place and I swing the door open and I lead her inside.
“Welcome to my humble abode.” I grin, stepping aside to let her in as I flick on the light in the entryway.
She takes a tentative step past me and I stuff back the flutter of nerves happening in my midsection. In just a few more steps, she’ll see that my living room—which I’ve transformed into a romantic oasis, awaits her.
Soft instrumental music plays in the background and dim lights cast a warm glow in the room. Everything provides a simple intimacy, which feels like a stark contrast to the usual straightforwardness of my decor.
I had to make a trip to Pier One to get a few plush cushions and pillows to accent my pretty boring couch, but they were the right choice when I hear her audible gasp.
Carlie’s eyes widen as she takes in the scene. “Adam, this is ...beautiful.”
Her reaction eases my nerves, and I find myself smiling as I reach for the lighter and make quick work lighting the candles around the room. “I’m glad you like it. I thought we could relax here for a bit before I show you the training area. In fact, we don’t really need to check it out at all, if you don’t feel like it. I really just needed an excuse to bring you here.”
She chuckles, her gaze lingering on the candles before meeting mine. “I love it. This is so ...thoughtful. Thank you, Adam. And to think I was just expecting fluorescent lights and the smell of gym socks.”
I grin at her and take her hand. “Well, then my plan worked perfectly. Lull you with my allure of smelly socks and wow you with candles and fuzzy pillows instead.”
She smirks at me and nudges me with her shoulder.
We settle onto the couch, the plush pillows bringing us closer together than a typical sitting arrangement. I notice how her body language opens up, a relaxed posture that invites conversation. And truthfully, I’m here for it.
Hell, I want to knowall about her.
“So, how has writing been going this week?” I start, leaning back and watching her with genuine interest. “All good?”
Carlie shifts slightly, her eyes meeting mine with an honesty that’s both endearing and a little intriguing.