Lee’s words echo in my head as I descend the stairs to the basement. He doesn’t want to lose me. He still thinks I’m worth it. Our first kiss has grown into a beautiful relationship, a real relationship. The seed has sprouted and wound between the two of us, a strong vine with a few new leaves. It flourishes despite others trying to stomp on it and kill it. I wonder what our relationship will be like a month from now, a year from now. I can’t wait to find out.
The stairs empty into a room the same footprint as the house with tall ten foot ceilings, track lighting, and dark wood floors. In the left corner is a large gas fireplace, already lit, with huge leather chairs placed in front of it. On my right, a long bar with eight tall stools and a fully stocked bar back. A dumb waiter sits open at the end that must go up to the kitchen, and opposite the bar is a pool table and big screen TV on the wall.