"No, it's OK. I think I get it. Let's just stay like this. At least until the dishes are done. Deal?"
"Yeah, deal." They both agreed.
"No, it's OK. I think I get it. Let's just stay like this. At least until the dishes are done. Deal?"
"Yeah, deal." They both agreed.
"That's not it, it's—" The idea that she could need him for comfort was so unexpected and confounding. It made it difficult for him to trust his impulses right then. She was so close. "Is it OK if we don't talk for a bit and just stay like this for a while?"
"That's not it, it's—" The idea that she could need him for comfort was so unexpected and confounding. It made it difficult for him to trust his impulses right then. She was so close. "Is it OK if we don't talk for a bit and just stay like this for a while?"
Her earnestness was met with more silence.
"Or, I guess, never mind. I'm overstepping probably."
"No." Matthew finally spoke. "I just...I'm processing. I can get overwhelmed with words. Sorry."
Her earnestness was met with more silence.
"Or, I guess, never mind. I'm overstepping probably."
"No." Matthew finally spoke. "I just...I'm processing. I can get overwhelmed with words. Sorry."
Matthew didn't respond right away, so Cordelia felt it right to add "because it's like you said, we're neighbors."
Matthew didn't respond right away, so Cordelia felt it right to add "because it's like you said, we're neighbors."
"Could I ask for your help even if they are around?"
"Even if they are, then...yeah, I guess."
"That's comforting." Cordie smiled. "You're a good guy, Matthew."
"Could I ask for your help even if they are around?"
"Even if they are, then...yeah, I guess."
"That's comforting." Cordie smiled. "You're a good guy, Matthew."
Cordelia was so close to him it made it hard to think or relax.
Cordelia was so close to him it made it hard to think or relax.
Cordie moved closer to Matthew. At first he thought it was to reach for the soap bottle but instead, she cocked her head to the side resting it on his shoulder. When her warmth connected with his heat, he froze.
Cordie moved closer to Matthew. At first he thought it was to reach for the soap bottle but instead, she cocked her head to the side resting it on his shoulder. When her warmth connected with his heat, he froze.
Matthew cleared his throat. "I'm not. I just happen to be rich and across the street. It's easy to solve problems with money."
Matthew cleared his throat. "I'm not. I just happen to be rich and across the street. It's easy to solve problems with money."
"Hey, Matthew?"
"What is it?"
"I just wanted to thank you again. You kind of really saved me tonight. I got in over my head trying to shut the party down, panicking, passing out. If you weren't there I don't think I'd be OK right now."
"Hey, Matthew?"
"What is it?"
"I just wanted to thank you again. You kind of really saved me tonight. I got in over my head trying to shut the party down, panicking, passing out. If you weren't there I don't think I'd be OK right now."
In moments like this, it made it feel possible that she felt the same way about him that he felt for her.
In moments like this, it made it feel possible that she felt the same way about him that he felt for her.
You're welcome for the earworm 😉
You're welcome for the earworm 😉
Matthew shrugged. "I've never been much of a conversationalist."
"I guess you've always kind of been that way." Cordie giggled again, then sighed. "But it's nice, the ways you're still the way I remember you from childhood."
Matthew shrugged. "I've never been much of a conversationalist."
"I guess you've always kind of been that way." Cordie giggled again, then sighed. "But it's nice, the ways you're still the way I remember you from childhood."
"They're not meant to be puzzles." Cordie giggled. "I guess I was failing to get you to hold a conversation."
"They're not meant to be puzzles." Cordie giggled. "I guess I was failing to get you to hold a conversation."
Matthew reached out for her plate. Their fingers brushed.
"I wasn't annoyed."
"You can be honest. If you want me to stop texting—
Matthew reached out for her plate. Their fingers brushed.
"I wasn't annoyed."
"You can be honest. If you want me to stop texting—
Cordie let out a deep sigh, "Matthew, you're impossible."
"Now I'm impossible?"
Cordie let out a deep sigh, "Matthew, you're impossible."
"Now I'm impossible?"
"You were checking up on me because we're..."
"We're?"
"Finish the sentence."
"With what?"
"You really don't know what we are?"
"How could I possibly?!"
"You were checking up on me because we're..."
"We're?"
"Finish the sentence."
"With what?"
"You really don't know what we are?"
"How could I possibly?!"
"I don't even know how you got my number, and you text like a book of riddles."
"And you came over because?"
"I don't even know how you got my number, and you text like a book of riddles."
"And you came over because?"
"I know?"
"Yeah, ya know, that we're like..." Cordie left an intentional blank space for him to finish her sentence.
"That were like?"
"Yeah, that we're 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦..." She emphasized that last like with her eyes.
"What is it that you want me to say?"
"I know?"
"Yeah, ya know, that we're like..." Cordie left an intentional blank space for him to finish her sentence.
"That were like?"
"Yeah, that we're 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦..." She emphasized that last like with her eyes.
"What is it that you want me to say?"
"No, I guess you're pretty..." Cordie paused as she glanced over at Matthew, the bulge from his flexed muscle suddenly something she couldn't unnotice. "Sturdy." She glanced away. "That aside, I'm glad you came."
Matthew paused. "You are?"
"No, I guess you're pretty..." Cordie paused as she glanced over at Matthew, the bulge from his flexed muscle suddenly something she couldn't unnotice. "Sturdy." She glanced away. "That aside, I'm glad you came."
Matthew paused. "You are?"
"You have a cleaning staff, and besides, you kind of give too pampered for housework."
"You're one to talk, Princess Sugar was it?"
"Oh, ha ha. I'm not as dainty as I look. I know my way around a scrub brush."
"You have a cleaning staff, and besides, you kind of give too pampered for housework."
"You're one to talk, Princess Sugar was it?"
"Oh, ha ha. I'm not as dainty as I look. I know my way around a scrub brush."