The Romance Novel Cure

by Ceves, Nina

  “Will you say yes if I ask you if I can kiss you, too?” He stepped closer.

  Her eyes widened and she laughed, covering her mouth. “I’m sorry!”

  “Don’t be sorry,” he laughed softly. “I’ll take laughter. You know what I said about wanting to hear you laugh.”

  “It doesn’t have to be an either or thing,” she said quietly, looking down at her shoes.

  He stepped even closer. With both hands, he held her face. Tilting his head, he leaned down and pressed his lips softly against hers, just for a moment, then slowly lifted his head. He looked into her eyes for a moment, then let go of her face. “Good night, Alma.”

  “Good night,” she whispered, watching him walk to his car.

  He turned back and waved, standing in the harsh parking lot light. He saw her take her key out of her small bag and open her door and slip inside. He exhaled.

  Chapter Twelve

  Alma closed the door behind her and set her bag down on the table by the door. She kicked off her shoes and sank down onto her sofa. Leaning back, she closed her eyes and touched her mouth. Daniel, she thought. Daniel. She heard her phone vibrate and she scrambled up to get her purse and get her phone. She fell back against the sofa pillows. It was Laura. She shook her head and laughed at herself. He would not have called her that quickly.

  “You’re answering, so the date must be over. How was it?” Laura sounded as though she had been waiting hours, the question burst out of her so quickly.

  Alma smiled. “So good!”

  “Yeah?”

  Alma heard the smile in Laura’s voice. “Yeah. Just… I don’t know. I just like being with him, talking with him. I like how he eats, how weird is that? Stop laughing!”

  “You have to admit that’s funny, just the way you said that! And I can’t help but imagining you on a date with a lion. I’m serious. I see this lion face on a man’s body and what, you guys went out for coffee? No, you went to Edmundo’s, right?”

  “Si, and by the way you are crazy! A lion! Stop it with the lion references! Stop laughing! But seriously, I was regretting that choice more than you can imagine, Laura. Too many family members, you know? I should have chosen some place on more neutral ground. But, at the same time I don’t know, it was kind of nice to be there.”

  “Yeah, no, I can see that. I bet he felt a little intimidated, meeting Edmundo, though, right? But it’s good for any guy to see you’ve got family looking out for you.”

  “He had the pozole and he loved it.”

  “Of course he did! Great, now I’m craving it. Let’s go there soon, all right? Anyway. How are you feeling about his having a child?”

  “One day at a time, right?”

  “Good plan.” Laura was quiet for a moment. “And… how are you feeling about… everything else?”

  “One day at a time.” Alma took a breath. “He kissed me. Right before he did, I almost felt this crazy kind of confusion. And then I just stopped myself and said to myself that, this is my life. Sorry if that sounds so dramatic.”

  “You thought about… Ben?”

  “Yes. I didn’t mean to.”

  “Of course you didn’t mean to. It’s just that he has been on your mind so much,” said Laura sympathetically.

  “Yeah,” she said softly.

  “But… the kiss?”

  “Amazing.” Alma heard the breathlessness in her voice.

  “Amazing?” Laura’s voice got louder.

  Alma laughed. “He did this thing…”

  “Oh, please tell me what the thing was!”

  “He held my face, with both hands. He kissed me so gently, you know? Then he looked in my eyes. That was it. It probably doesn’t sound like anything special, but…”

  “I think I just fainted. That sounds so romantic!”

  “It was!” Alma smiled and sighed at the same time.

  “Did he… are you…” Laura seemed to search for words.

  “He said he wanted to ask me out on a date again. And I said that I would say yes again. I hate this, though. Because now I’m going to wait for him to call. It’s making me anxious already!”

  “Do you think… no, forget it.”

  “What? You can say it.”

  “I don’t even know, I just am realizing as we talk that you haven’t had any of this, really, since I’ve known you. Do you think, maybe, I don’t know, but do you think you just have been avoiding this whole dating thing?”

  “Oh, yeah,” said Alma, nodding. “Definitely. I have no idea what I’m doing.”

  “You had that serious boyfriend all through college, right?”

  “Andres, right.”

  “And then in high school…?”

  “It was more like friends all getting together, then pairing up a little here and there.”

  “So this is pretty new stuff.”

  “Yes. Scary stuff.”

  “Fun, too, I hope.”

  “Yeah.” Alma smiled. “And speaking of fun, you still down for tomorrow night?”

  “Of course. I can’t wait!”

  Alma and Laura usually had plans once each weekend to see a movie. They were huge movie fans, enjoying everything from action adventure to historical dramas and everything in between.

  “Thank you for checking on me, Laura. I hope… well, I know you’ve said you don’t ever want a relationship again, but if you ever change your mind, you know that I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

  Laura was quiet for a few moments, and when she spoke, her voice was lower. “Thanks, hon.”

  After they said good night, Alma yawned suddenly and hugely. I’ll take my make up off, she thought, her eyelids growing heavy. I’ll brush my teeth. I’ll…

  She was painting a tree, having to dip the paintbrush into a bucket of red paint over and over again in order to cover the bark’s surface, which was furrowed and bumpy and ridged. She felt a sense of warmth at her back, and a man’s arm reached past her, slowly painting with her.

  “How’s that?” His voice was a whisper, right in her ear. She shivered and bit her lip, smiling.

  “Looks great,” she said.

  He moved closer so that he was in contact with her body. “Yeah? It’s good?”

  She was flooded with heat. Leaning back against him, she let the paintbrush fall from her hands. Paint splattered at their feet. He dropped his paintbrush and wrapped his arms around her, burying his face between her neck and shoulder. She turned around, needing more contact, feeling breathless. Pressing the front of her body against him, she relished the feeling of his body, so strong and close, loving how his arms pulled her even closer.

  “Alma.” His whisper, so close to her ear, shot straight through her. Heat. She felt heavy, as though gravity just got stronger. Leaning against him, she raised her head, about to say his name…

  She woke up, breathing heavily, her mouth open in horror. Sitting up, she grabbed a pillow and held it closely to her chest. Ben. It had been Ben. Rocking slightly, she thought back. She didn’t think the man in the dream started out as Ben. She remembered a sense of him as being not as tall when he embraced her from behind. But when she looked up, oh. To see his face like that. Ben. So close. So full of intimate sweetness and need. His eyes would never look like that, for her. And that was as it should be. His expression would never hold that hot desire for her. He’d never say her name that way, as if it were the most precious endearment possible.

  Quickly, she stood up, trying to shake off the dream, embarrassed and ashamed at her body’s lingering response. She washed up and got into her oldest, softest pajamas and put the kettle on for some herbal tea. Opening her cabinet, she surveyed the boxes. Zingy Zestful Zip? No. Sweet Dreams, Sweetie? NO. All Peachy Now? Yes. Holding her mug of tea, she picked up her laptop. She eyed the sofa with mistrust and headed to her bedroom. She got into bed, set the tea on her nightstand, and opened her laptop.

  One Step Forward,Two Steps Back? She wrote the title of a new blog entry and sat back, t
hinking. Then she wrote:

  I should have realized this, but I didn’t. Curing a crush is something that takes time and more than that, it’s not this sequential kind of healing where each day you feel better and better. I’m living proof of this tonight. I went out. On a date. And it was… it was pretty great, actually. But what happened when I got home? I had a dream. It started to get, well, romantic. When I looked up to see my dream guy’s face, though? Turned out he had morphed into Mr. Off -Limits. I woke up freaking out, feeling guilty, ashamed, upset, mad at myself… and well, let’s just say lonely. So, I’m coaching myself through this, remembering that I’m not the only one going through this. Your comments, readers, have made me see this, and I really appreciate it. You are not alone, either. I have to remind myself of my twelve steps of crush recovery tonight and really try to remember that it is one day at a time… but that each day won’t feel, necessarily, that I’m twenty four hours closer to being completely over my inappropriate, unrequited feelings for the one who belongs to someone else. But, oh, if I could just be whisked forward into the future, where I could look back and shake my head at myself and know, just really know, that there would be this point in time that I would be free of these feelings. If I could just know. Until then? I’ll put one foot in front of the other and have faith. Unlike a serious addiction, I have faith that one day, even though it’s hard to imagine, I’ll be completely free from these crushing feelings. A cure rather than being in lifelong recovery.

  Twelve Steps of Crush Cure

  Admit I’m powerless.

  Ask higher power for help.

  Believe that everything is going to work out the way it is supposed to.

  Don’t give up.

  Ask for help from others.

  Do some major soul searching.

  Make changes.

  Be open to letting go of the crush.

  Try to understand why the crush happened.

  Live one day at a time.

  Let the crush recovery be a catalyst for spiritual and emotional growth.

  Help others.

  A comment: Alex, you should call me, I’ll make you forget Mr. Off Limits. Call me. -- Mr. No Limits.

  There was a phone number and a winking face. Alma shuddered. She looked at the statistics information for her blog and her mouth opened in surprise. One thousand, six hundred and thirty four hits in the last day. She scrolled back to her previous entry and reeled, seeing how many more comments had been added. There would be no way she could get through them all, but she could not resist looking at the most recent ones.

  In dismay, she saw that there was an argument that started up regarding the interpretation of the term higher power. She added a comment: Alex here. Please, people! Let’s not fight with each other. Let’s keep this a calm and friendly discussion. Let’s keep the focus on getting over and curing our crushes! Thank you!

  She didn’t see how that would help, but she felt awful that people would say such angry things to one another, getting so sidetracked. She was even more upset to see that quite a few people had expressed being offended that she would use the language of recovery for something as trivial as a crush. I’m just trying to feel better, to help myself, she thought, blinking back tears. She shut her laptop and buried her head under the covers.

  * * *

  Daniel drove home through the dark streets. He couldn’t think about anything, didn’t want any distraction from the crazy, wild feelings coursing through him. Alma. That kiss. The whole night. He pulled up into the driveway of his house and let himself in.

  “You are right on time,” Elsa said, putting her phone in her pocket and standing up, grinning. “That earns you serious extra points.”

  “It does?” He laughed quietly.

  “Sure does. You move to the top of my list if you ever want me to babysit again. Your baby rocks. He is such a cutie. We played peek- a- boo and so big and I read him that book he loves about the Rottweiler about twelve times and then he fell asleep in my arms. Just checked on him. He looks like he has a bow and arrow, he’s sleeping like this.” She put her arms and head in a position as though she had a bow and arrow.

  He laughed again, and got out his wallet, paying her extra than her previously stated fee. He had never realized how expensive dating would be, having to pay for child care as well as dinner. Worth it.

  Elsa thanked him, and he thanked her and then at the door, he paused and asked, “You wouldn’t be free again next weekend, would you?”

  She got out her phone. “I can wait list you for Saturday night. I do get last minute cancellations. You know. Ear infections, sudden plans to divorce. The usual.”

  Daniel nodded, feeling disappointed. “Sure, I understand.”

  “Weirdly, maybe? Sunday afternoon? From about one o’clock to five o’clock? If you wanted to reserve that day and time, I need an excuse for getting out of a family thing.”

  “Yes, please. I’ll take it.” He rubbed his chin. He had no idea if Alma would be free, or if she wanted to see him again, but he’d ask.

  “Okay! Sauce of awesome. See you then!” She put it in her calendar and waved, heading for her car.

  He locked up and checked on Elijah, who had both arms up over his head by then. Daniel felt the now familiar surge of feeling, that sense of love and pure connection. He crossed his arms so that he would not pick up his son. No way would he wake him up, but the wish to pick him up and cradle him close was overwhelming. He looked even younger, more babyish if that was possible, when he was asleep. His cheeks looked plumper and his face, free from animation, reverted to a newborn baby’s expression of peaceful, serious slumber.

  Quietly, he turned and went into the kitchen, ready to do some dishes. To his surprise, everything was tidied away. He saw an empty package of cookies in the recycling. Cookies he had just bought. He grinned, remembering Alma’s laugh, her legs, her eyes, that smile. That kiss. The babysitter could eat every box of cookies he bought, far as he was concerned. He made a mental note to buy more cookies. Same kind.

  Chapter Thirteen

  On Monday, it felt strange to Alma to get ready for work, and then not to have to go out of the apartment. She felt a sense of lightness and relief as she set up her work station for the day. She worked quietly and happily, absorbed in her tasks until about eleven o’clock, when she decided to have something to eat. It was then she had a pang of missing being at work, at the office. She would miss the sense of camaraderie. Means to an end, she told herself resolutely. As she made coffee, her phone rang. It was Daniel. She felt as though she were on a rollercoaster, the way her insides seemed to suddenly drop, spiraling, and the way her heart slammed in her chest.

  “How are you, is this a good time?”

  “Yeah, I’m just making some coffee. How’s your day going?” Alma leaned against the counter, smiling.

  “Good. Doing some construction at a development site, having a quick break. Just wanted to tell you… I had a great time with you. On our date.”

  Alma bit her lip, thrilled. “Me, too.”

  “Yeah?” She could hear how his voice lowered, hear a smile in his voice.

  “Yes, I really did.”

  After a moment, he spoke again. “I want to see you again. The only time I could get a babysitter was for this Sunday afternoon. You wouldn’t happen to be free then, would you?”

  “Oh, I’m sorry, I have plans.” Alma felt her shoulders sag in disappointment.

  “Okay, I understand.”

  “Wait… I’m, I don’t know if you would want to, but… consider coming with me. I’m going to brunch at my friends’ house. They have young children. You could bring Elijah.” Alma shut her mouth, tightly. Was that weird, inviting him to come with her? Was that kind of a couples thing? And here it was just their second date?

  “Sounds good. I’ve already got a babysitter, though, so I’m all set.”

  Alma wondered if he had reserved childcare in hopes that he could see her. She felt simultaneously thrille
d and scared. “Okay, great!”

  They made plans to speak later and ended the call.

  Alma immediately called Scott. “I just did something so stupid. Can you talk?”

  “Hold on. Yes, what? What did you do?” Scott sounded instantaneously alarmed.

  “Sorry, no, don’t worry. It’s nothing awful. It’s just. Ugh. Daniel asked me out and the only time he had free was Sunday afternoon so I ended up asking if he wanted to come with me to brunch with you. First of all, is that okay with you and Patrick?”

  Scott exhaled noisily into the phone. “Ah, yes. The old premature promotion. But yes, of course that’s fine, he is welcome!”

  “What?” Alma laughed. “Premature what? That sounds… naughty!”

  “It’s when you jump ahead a few steps in a relationship. Laura told me that you and the friendly lion guy went out on a muy fabuloso date. And now you are including him in plans with friends. That’s not terrible, but I can see why you are freaking out. Just… don’t worry. If he doesn’t want to come, he’ll cancel on you.”

  “That’s not helping me feel better!”

  “No, don’t stress.” Scott sounded soothing, as if he were speaking to a frightened horse. “It’s not as if you’ve made plans with him and his kid or anything. Alma? Why aren’t you saying anything?”

  “I told him that he could bring his baby!” Alma covered her eyes with one hand, wishing she could go back in time and un-say what she had said to Daniel.

  “Well, the lion cub would be welcome,” said Scott. “Did he say he’d take you up on that offer and would bring him?”

  “No, no. He said he had a babysitter who was free only on that afternoon during the weekend.” Alma tried to calm down. What was it about dating or Daniel that had her so frazzled? She felt as though she was really screwing up everything. “I should have asked you if it was okay for me to invite Daniel… and his baby, Elijah. I’m sorry. I just kind of panicked! He asked me if I was free, I wanted to see him again, I knew I had plans with you and then suddenly, I heard myself asking him if he would like to come along with me.”