Divorced, But Not Broken
Divorced, but Not broken Chapter 8

I was finally coming back from the hospital. Malnutrition or starvation, as I called it, for more than a week, who knew that all the organ in your body was so touchy about wanting to shut down if you didn't eat and worked day and night with a demanding job? I sure didn't when I just smiled when Jonah was holding me, helping me take steps when. I stared at the elevator and gulped from the fear coming up in my eyes, and I just stared at him. Couldn't we just take the stairs? I could walk really slow, and we would make it back up to our floor sometime tonight...

"No, we are not taking the stairs, Andrea; it will be okay. You are not alone in there. I am with you all the time." He sounded so sure when I gulped again. The last two times I had been in an elevator, I had been drunk, clinging onto him for dear life, and the other time, I had been puking all over it. My track record wasn't the best.

He walked inside, and I followed, clenching his hand over mine so hard when the doors closed. I wanted to shut my eyes, but instead, I turned towards him and just tilted my head up and stared into his eyes instead. That was calm and loving making me sigh from the happiness that just made me smile even more against his handsome face. He was so caring, the best guy ever, better than Ryan.

"What are you thinking about right now?" I smiled more. What a corny question when I just blushed from saying a corny answer-back.

"You. That you have the most amazing eyes, I have ever seen...." His face just made a small, surprised smile, and I blushed more when he smirked, he liked that answer, and I was still smiling when the doors opened, and the small bell was telling us that we had arrived at our destination.

We walked out, and I felt great when he stopped at my door and took out my keys, and I looked surprised at him, and I don't know what I had expected, that we would go over to his place, it was better furnished and had a bed.....I just smirked at myself, soon enough Andrea... soon enough, we just admitted that we liked each other. How much I wanted him, it felt nice not rushing anything, and he seemed to think so too.

I gasped when he opened the door, and I just stared. No, this wasn't my place; it didn't look like this; it had curtains and was fully furnished with what seemed to be new furniture and carpets, making the whole apartment another place that I didn't live in, it was far from the cold container it had been before.

"So, do you like it?" I just walked inside and nodded, still gawking at how the whole place wasn't the same; it felt like home all of a sudden, and I loved it.

I turned around and smiled at him. He did this for me, didn't he? .... I had no idea how to say just how much this meant to me, so I just walked up to him and stood on my toes and kissed his cheek lightly and sweetly before laughing when he got a grin over that handsome face, and I just twirled around almost falling over just looking at everything before he caught me. I stared affectionately into his eyes; it was perfect, just like he was.

"This must have cost a fortune... thank you...." I saw a tv and stuff I knew was pricey. I hadn't lived in a shack all my life, but this place was far from that; hell, I could live here for the rest of my life the way it looked right now.

"Don't worry about it... I just want you to be happy, that's all..." he looked mysterious when. I just giggled when he let me go and walked up to the wall where I had my old stereo. I wanted to die all over again when he grinned, pointing to a speaker system that had replaced that old thing, and I nodded. I got it.

"I went through your music.... You have serious taste, Andrea, unlike the girls that usually are here... I like that...." he winked when I felt flustered. Oh shit, this part about taking things slow was going to be hard, wasn't it? Especially when I felt my loins heating up when he looked at me in a certain way, knowing that he was just enjoying the view.

"You haven't seen the best part yet...." He held out his hand, and I took it without hesitating; the heat from his hand was just as amazing whenever I felt it.

He was leading me into the bedroom part, and I gasped again, expecting to see the old couch that had been my enemy and my friend since I moved here. To my surprise, there was a bed standing there, a queen size bed making me get even more heated. Did that mean he was going to sleep over here with me someday?

I shifted my eyes to him when he smirked, so I guess that meant yes, and I gulped hard again. Oh shit, he really meant this, not going solo. he wanted to be here with me, sleep with me, and... in the end, have s*x... holy crap... I just stared at him. I can't believe someone like him would have me, a divorced thirty-year-old woman when he could have anyone.

"It's the best thing you've shown me so far...." I just smirked when he chuckled, and I sat down on the bed, feeling the thick carpet underneath my feet. I looked around, it was really different in here, and I loved every part of it, but the best part was that he was here with me, the best chance of them all.

"Oh, and before I forget...." He was picking up something from his jeans pocket and handing it over to me, still sitting on the bed, and I frowned; it was a card, was this a credit card or what? I'm not sure how I would feel about that. I still wanted to work and just had to eat and sleep. That was the key to not being hospitalized, I think.

"It's just a gift card, nothing fancy, but it's so that you can't run out of money for food." He sat down next to me and dragged his hand over his legs, looking slightly nervous when I just stared at the card, which was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for me! "Jonah.... I don't know what to say... you are the best guy I have ever had the luck to meet in my life...." I just smiled when he was the one to blush, and I liked that, me having the same effect on him when I leaned into him. That was enough. I didn't need more at the moment, and I don't think he did either; it was still a bit awkward adjusting to the feeling that we had some kind of connection. We didn't know each other well, but I planned on changing that.