Finding Love on the Streets of Chaos, Part 3

Part 3 picks up right where part 2 left off.

*Please note, lines that are italicized are internal thoughts

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It felt as though hours had passed and Kevin’s heart was now in his throat.

“Please say something.”

“Can we just forget that happened? Jessica asked.

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at his feet, “That’s not the response I was hoping for.”

She walked up to him gently cupping his jaw. “Kevin, please look at me.” Her heart sank at the tears in his eyes. “I adore you.”

He raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“I think you’re one of the best men I have ever had the pleasure of knowing, we’ve only been in each other’s presence for a few days, and I can’t deny there’s something between us. It’s as if gravity has a whole new meaning.”

“I feel that way too.”

“I’m flattered, Kevin, not in a million years did I ever think a man like you would fall for me.”

“Are you crazy? It’s so easy to fall for you. You didn’t have to steal my heart, I just willingly handed it over. I’ve spent years constructing walls around my heart, and you completely demolished them, and I don’t know what scares me more, the fact that you did, or the fact that I don’t even care.”

“See, that’s why I don’t want to say those words to you right now. I’m still recovering from my past, and I had my life planned out, and then you happened, and I’m glad you did, but I never focus on myself, ever.”

“I’m not asking you to give anything up, I’m not asking you to stop achieving your dreams, I’m going to be the first person in line cheering you on from here on out, but I just want to be the one you turn to when times are hard. I know you are perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, but I want you to let go once in a while. When you want or need someone to take care of you, all I’m asking is that you let it be me.”

She couldn’t help herself, she fell to her knees in tears.

He sat down next to her and pulled her onto his lap.

“I don’t want to say those words to you until I know for sure. I feel lost right now, and I don’t want to take the chance of hurting you by saying those words and taking them back. I can’t do that to you. The thought of breaking your heart is shattering mine.”

Kevin joined her in crying.

She wrapped her arms around him. “I still want to do this though, I want to see where this goes.”

He pulled back to look at her and she could read his excitement, which she found adorable.

“Really?” He asked.

“Yeah, I mean, we both admit there’s an attraction here, a force neither of us can seem to control, so why don’t we just enjoy this feeling and let the chips fall where they may?”

“I’m not going to stop trying to make you fall in love with me.”

“I was hoping you wouldn’t.”

His smile widened, he wanted to kiss her so badly, but he was afraid it would be too soon, so he pulled her into another hug, kissing her temple instead.

They slept in their own rooms that night.

The next morning she came downstairs to find coffee made in the french press and an empty cup sitting next to it, waiting for her.

She started mixing together ingredients for the pastry she was going to make today and she recalled a memory

“My grandmother was born in the Carpathian Mountains.” She announced.

“In Transylvania?”

“Yes, I think it’s part of my fascination with Dracula.”

“Yeah, that and the fact you find him attractive.”

“Does that bother you?” She asked, sounding defensive.

Oh Crap, he thought, did I offend her? Think of something, quickly Kevin, that look in her eye is starting to get scary, she’s not looking away, she’s crossing her arms, she’s waiting for an answer.


“No, it doesn’t bother me that you find bloodsucking vampires appealing.”

She could taste the sarcasm pouring from him.

Oh, my stupid mouth.

“Okay first of all.”

Oh shit, it’s never good when they start a sentence with first of all and start counting on their fingers.

“Vampires aren’t real, so it’s not like it would ever happen, secondly, it’s the darkness I find appealing, it’s not about the fact that he’s demonic or has fangs. I mean I enjoy a little rough sex once in a while, but please don’t make me bleed.”

He choked on his coffee. Did she really just say she enjoys rough sex? Was she implying that she wanted to have rough sex with me? Did she ask me not to make her bleed? Is this really happening?”

Kevin was thankful that she made him choke on his coffee, he could use the time he was coughing to think.

“I didn’t mean to offend you, I honestly didn’t mean to sound so sarcastic about it. I don’t know, I guess it was just a side of you I wasn’t expecting. I didn’t say I didn’t like it.” He winked at her.

Her body language relaxed and she chuckled. “It’s okay.”

Well, I pulled that one out of my ass.

“Whatcha doin’?” she asked as she poured herself a second cup of coffee.

“Making a list of questions I want to ask you.”


“I have so many questions, I want to know everything there is to know about you.”

She smiled, noticing that he was eating a piece of her pie for breakfast.

“Do you like it?” She asked when he took his next bite.

“It’s delicious.”

“Better than Sara Lee?” She asked, with a sly smile.

He loved that little smile.

“Yes, better than Sara Lee.”

“Good. I’m making Chrusciki.”

“Could you speak English?”

Jessica laughed. “They’re also known as angel wings, I grew up on these, they were my grandmother’s favorite, and now they’re mine.”

Kevin watched as she looked off in space, thinking about her grandmother, the way her eyes lit up as she watched the memory play out in her mind, it was beautiful.

It’s where I was headed with my story about my grandmother. It was a famous pastry in the area where she grew up, and when she moved to America, she knew she had to figure out the recipe, it was the only way she,” she stopped, closing her eyes for a few seconds, “Oh, I love this song,” she said as John Mayer’s “In The Blood” started to play.

Kevin looked between her and his phone, wearing a confused expression.

Jessica laughed at his reaction, “See this is something else you would have to get used to, I get distracted easily, and I’ll trail off, you’ll need to reel me back into the subject from time time. I often will remember something important that I forgot to mention while telling a story because I realize I went off the rails and was telling you a completely different story than the original. I’ll tell you forty-five different stories in one sitting, and it’s something you’re going to have to live with, because I’ve tried so hard not to, but it just happened again, and I don’t know how to stop it.” Kevin could sense that her laughter was nervous.

Does she think that’s going to deter me?

“Well, I’ll never be bored.” He laughed.

She was looking at him like he was crazy, and he couldn’t help but notice the little dimple that formed in the corner of her mouth. It was these little things he was missing, he just didn’t know it until now.

“I want that as my new normal, Jessica.”

Oh, he’s good, She thought as she placed her hand over her heart, “Heart squeezes.”

“Heart squeezes?”

“Yes, it’s what I call that warm fuzzy feeling, ya know like how Christmas morning feels, or when you see a picture of a pair of otters holding hands and you can’t help but say awww? Those feelings, I call them heart squeezes.”

He smiled, dropping his head in disbelief that she has this incredible ability to keep him falling in love, he’s lost count of how many times he has fallen in love with her, it’s how he knows it’s real, it’s how he knows she’s worth the wait.


“Yes, baby doll?”

“I’m not saying the words you’re waiting for me to say, but I’m having a hard time thinking about the rest of my life without you in it”

He thought he wanted to kiss her before, he wanted to push her up against the sink and kiss her until he couldn’t breathe, but he didn’t.

“So, your grandmother made, how do you pronounce it?”

“Angel wings.”

“I meant the actual name, smartass.”

She threw her head back in laughter and Kevin knew he was right, he would never find her boring. She’s so fun.

“ Chrusciki.”

“So, angel wings.”

She laughed again, this time leaning forward over the dough, rolling pin still in her hands.

Oh, how I want this to be my new normal. Her in the kitchen wearing an apron, and hopefully not much else, and me sitting at the table, making her laugh.

“Is this how it would be?” She asked, as if she could read his mind, “You make coffee in the mornings, and ask me questions while we listen to the blues?”

“Well, sometimes we’ll listen to jazz, classic rock, oldies, soul, funk, and maybe some easy listening.”

She smiled at him, the smile that lit up her whole face, he loved that smile.

“What happens when you’ve asked all the questions?”

“I’ll go back to the beginning to see if anything has changed. I mean it’s going to take years to go through all of them, somethings are bound to change, I want to keep learning you.”

She wanted to straddle his lap and kiss him like it might be the last time she’ll ever get to, but she didn’t.

Part 4 coming soon! 🙂

Love & life lessons,


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3 Responses to Finding Love on the Streets of Chaos, Part 3

  1. Brad Osborne says:

    I am worried about Kevin. He won’t survive another heart break. And he is so smitten with her he wouldn’t see a train coming if he was standing on the tracks. Dear Kevin, please be fearful of her womanly ways. 😁 Oops… Am I projecting? LOL 🤣

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