Starting Over (Unexpected Encounters part 3)

Chapter 35

As the next few weeks passed, Whitney and I continued to spend as much time together as we could. Things were going well, and I really couldn't ask for much more.

I got to see her occasionally at work, and then we spent most nights together. Neither one of us were tired of it, and I didn't see it ever getting to that point.

We were at her house one night after work, and I had my legs draped over her lap. I felt my phone buzz next to me, and I picked it up to find a text from Jasper.

We'd still been keeping in touch, but I hadn't talked to him quite as much lately.

"Just saw Jordan out at a bar, fair warning," he sent.

My face fell as a sinking feeling came to my stomach. No one had really seen her out and about since she had stopped at our apartment and tried to apologize to me.

The apology hadn't done much except for help Whitney to see that I wasn't lying, but I still wanted nothing to do with the bitch.

"Hey," Whitney said as she patted my leg, "what's wrong?"

I sighed as I handed her my phone with the message from Jasper on the screen.

"Oh," said under her breath, "well that doesn't mean that we're going to see her."

"I know," I responded, "but it still makes me nervous, knowing that she's fucking lurking around again."

"We'll be okay," Whitney said as she squeezed my leg, "even if we do see her."

"Yeah I guess so," I sighed, "I just really hope we don't."

Knowing my track record, we probably would, but I'd cross that bridge when we got there.

Whitney leaned forward and took my chin in her hand, tilting my face up to look at her.

"It'll be fine," she said as she gave me a soft smile and leaned in to kiss me.

I was a much different person now than I was the last time that I saw Jordan, and I tried to tell myself that there was truth to Whitney's words.

***

A few days later, Whitney and I were laying in my bed and trying to figure out what to do that night.

"We could just go to that bar that's right down the street," she said.

"Yeah, we -" I started.

"Shit, no," she cut in, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to keep suggesting bars when you're not drinking."

"Whit we can still go to a bar," I told her with a grin, "I promise I don't mind."

"Are you sure?" She asked.

"Positive," I said as I draped my arm over her waist, "I'm going to get you drunk so I can take advantage of you."

I smirked as I propped myself up on my elbow and leaned in to kiss her.

"It won't take much alcohol for me to allow that," she said.

She reached over and pulled me against her as she kissed the top of my head.

"Good," I said, "it's a plan then."

We got ready a while later and decided to walk over to the bar.

We got inside and I found us a table while Whitney went up to get a drink. I put my things down and went up to join her, realizing that I needed a mock-tail or something along those lines.

I came up behind her and put my hand on the small of her back as I looked down at the drink menu on the bar.

"Oh hi," she grinned, "decided you want something?"