Author: Paige Turner ME PM
Post-Embraceable You. What happened after Woody left Jordan's office.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Angst - Chapters: 4 - Words: 3,060 - Reviews: 27 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 05-05-05 - Published: 05-03-05 - id: 2377943
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Well this is it, the final chapter. Thank you everyone for your reviews, they were great and really kept me going! I hope you guys enjoyed! Thanks again!
I stared at the tiny ring box that started off this chain of events. I knew when I opened the door and saw him standing there that he'd gotten my message. What I didn't expect was the speech. After our earlier conversation I was ready to accept that I'd pushed him away for good. Now here he was right in front of me offering what I had thought I'd lost, a chance to take a risk, with him.
I was ready. I wasn't going to let the chance pass me by again. I wanted to accept the birthday gift whole-heartedly and as I opened my mouth to say 'Yes', I was horrified to hear myself say…
"I lied. I am donating the clothes, but not because Paul asked me to…I can't fit into them anymore because I've gained weight."
My hand flew over my mouth. I can't believe I just said that. It all came out in a rush. Chalk it up to nerves or an old defense mechanism to change the subject when things got to serious, but there it was. Now I'm standing here looking like an idiot. Woody is still standing there with his hand held out to me offering the ring. But the look on his face is no longer hopeful…it's a blank look of confusion.
The corners of his mouth curved slightly upward and then turned into a full fledge smile. Followed by hearty laughter.
"Jordan if you've gained any weight it's in all the right places."
My hands covered my face in an attempt to hide my embarrassment. "God, I can't believe I said that."
I dropped my arms back to my side and looked at Woody. His hand was still offering me the ring. I looked from him to the box and back to him. I inhaled deeply and took the box from his hands.
I could still see him from the corner of my eye as I opened the box yet again, and stared at the beautiful ring. He really did have good taste in jewelry. I carefully lifted the tiny ring from its velvet box, and handed it towards Woody.
His smile quickly dropped from his face. I hastily reassured him by asking, "Could you put it on for me?"
I've never felt so good as I did that moment. His eyes lit up to the brightest blue I think I've ever seen and I don't think I've ever heard a man giggle either until tonight.
"Sure!" he exclaimed.
I watched him carefully slide the ring on my right ring finger. His touch was warm and soft as he held my hand. As I watched his finger trace the ring on my finger I heard him whisper 'thank you'.
"Woody, I really am sorry for the way I acted today…"
He held up his free hand, "Jordan don't worry about it. We both made some mistakes today."
"I just don't want us to get hurt and lose what we already have."
"Then all we have to do is take this one day at a time. I'll go as slow as you want Jordan. I wouldn't want to lose anything either."
By now I noticed that he was still standing in my hallway. "Do you want to come in?"
He looked down the hall and I realized he hadn't noticed where we were standing either. He was too caught up in the moment to care.
"Yeah, I'd like that. How about you finish packing those clothes and we can drop them off on the way to dinner."
I finished packing the last of the clothes while Woody wandered around my apartment looking at nothing in particular. He stopped pacing long enough to pick up something.
"Yeah?" I looked over to see him holding up one of my shirts to his body, like someone would if they wanted to compare sizes. It looked ridiculously funny, like a scrap of fabric compared to his larger, well-built frame.
"I think we better skip dinner, by the looks of this you'll be in a size 5 soon."
I could tell by the tone of his voice he was joking. If I had been any other woman I might have taken offense.
"Shut up, Woody." I tossed the small box containing a few pairs of jeans and some old shirts at him.
He dropped the shirt he had been holding and scrambled to just barely catch the box. He gave me that exasperated look that I loved so much.
I looped my arm around his elbow and led him out the door, locking it behind me. I paused as I turned the key to watch the light glitter off the diamonds in my new ring. Woody must have seen what had caught my attention. He leaned his head down and whispered close to my ear, "It looks beautiful on you."
I looked up quickly and noticed our lips only inches apart. I tilted my chip up and brushed my lips to his quickly in a chaste kiss.
"Thank you. Not just for the ring, but for everything."
He grinned, "You're welcome."
"Come on, let's get some dinner."
We walked down the hallway my arm still linked with his. It felt almost perfect.
"Jordan, I think these clothes are heavier than you are."
Okay, so maybe it WAS perfect.