Sweet Nothing: Novel

“I didn’t.”


“Psh. Pussy.”

I smiled, never so grateful for an insult.





My shift ended, and I hurried over to Benched for a workout. Lifting always helped clear my head, but even after an hour and sweat pouring from my body, my head was still consumed by thoughts of Avery. It had been that way for weeks, which was why I bought the ring. Nerve-racked or not, I had to make it official, had to make her mine. I just needed it to be perfect.

With my thoughts overrun by planning for our future, I hurried back to my apartment to prepare dinner, knowing Avery would be too tired to cook when she finished her shift.

I’d picked up a few groceries the day before. Now that Avery had been spending more nights at my place, I tried to keep more in the fridge. Unfortunately, I lacked any real cooking skills, so I was attempting to make spaghetti, which didn’t look like it could be that hard.

I was just dishing the noodles onto plates when Avery walked in the door with a groan. Her ponytail had slid down to the nape of her neck, and dark circles shadowed the underneath of her eyes, but she still looked beautiful in her peach scrubs.

“That shift was never-ending,” she huffed as she kicked off her sneakers. She padded her way to the kitchen, rising up on her toes to kiss my cheek.

“I hope you worked up an appetite.”

“Mmm … what’s that smell?”

“That’s not very nice. Dax can’t help his … aroma.”

Avery laughed, shaking her head. “I thought you couldn’t cook?”

“I figured it was time I learned.” I grabbed both of our paper plates and carried them into the living room, placing them on the coffee table. “We need to get a real table.”

Avery looked at me sideways with an amused smirk before she picked up her fork and began to spin the noodles. “A table? You don’t even have real plates.”

“Neither do you.” I elbowed her lightly, taking a bite of my food. Damn, I’m not a bad cook after all. “Maybe we can buy a set at The Kitchen Store this weekend.”

“Plates?”

“Why not? Normal people have dishes. They also have this really cool silverware made out of metal.”

“Yeah.” She breathed out a laugh. “But those people live together, Josh.”

“You’re right. We can move your stuff in this weekend. I can get Quinn to help. We can get dishes and a table next weekend. And a strainer. You don’t even want to know what I had to do to strain the noodles,” I said, hoping to God she didn’t freak out.

Avery dropped her fork, her mouth gaping open. “Seriously?”

“I mean, I’d have to ask him first, but he wouldn’t mind helping out if he doesn’t have plans with Deb.”

“So, you’re going to ask Quinn. How about asking me first?”

My heart felt like it seized. I slowly turned to her, swallowing hard. “Avery,” I began, nervous as hell. “Move in with me.”

She placed her small hands on either side of my face. “On one condition.”

“Name it.”

“My apartment is at least ten years younger. How about you move in with me?”

“Yeah,” I said without hesitation.

“Maybe we should think about this for a week or so. We shouldn’t make a decision like this without really thinking it over.”

“Avery, I’ve thought about it. A lot.”

“You have?”

“You haven’t?” I asked, feeling nervous all over again.

“It’s a big step.”

“I know this is what I want. I don’t wanna waste any more time.”

“Living together can really be hard on a relationship.”

“I’m starting to wonder if it’s you who isn’t sure about us.”

“It’s not us I’m unsure of. It’s the living together, family … the entire idea just makes me nervous. I don’t have a lot of good experience with family.”

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