"No not this," Kristin said out loud as she went through her closet. "Maybe this one," she said as she pulled out a blue button shirt. She quickly put it on and looked herself in the mirror. "No, this will never work." Kristin took off the shirt and tried on a purple stretch sweater. "Oh god this is so last season. Where did I get this? Ugh I need to go shopping. Ooh I found it!" She put on a red checkered shirt and glanced into the mirror. "Ewww no way! He'll think I'm a lumber jack." She let out a flustered sigh. "Okay forget the clothes let's try my hair," she mumbled as she brushed out her hair. She was putting her hair up in a clip when she heard someone knock on her door. "It's open," Kristin said.
The door opened and Rachel came into the room. "What are you doing? I heard you dropping things."
"I'm trying to get ready to go over to Nick's."
Rachel smiled in excitement. "You called him?"
"Yeah, we talked it out. He apologized, I accepted, and now he wants me to come over to his place."
"So everything's cool between you two?"
"Yeah," Kristin said with a smile.
"Yay I'm so happy!" Rachel exclaimed as she hugged Kristin. "Need any help getting ready?"
"Yeah I need something to wear," Kristin said as she grabbed her curling iron and started curling her ends.
"Hmmm," Rachel said as she looked through Kristin's closet. "How about this?" she asked as she help up a pale pink Tommy cardigan.
"Oh yeah I forgot I had that. You think my white Tommy shorts would look good with that?"
"Definitely."
"Great," Kristin said as she got up and pulled the shorts out of her dresser. "I need shoes."
"You can never go wrong with Doc Martins," Rachel commented.
"Perfect," she said as she put on the outfit. Kristin checked herself out in the mirror. "I look good," she said with a laugh.
Rachel grinned and looked at her watch. "I gotta get going. Brian and I are gonna spend some time together. If I'm not home by midnight. Don't wait up for me," she said a smirk.
"What makes you think I'm gonna be home by then?"
Rachel laughed. "Have fun. I'll see you tomorrow."
"All right don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"That doesn't leave me much does it?" Rachel joked.
Kristin laughed. "Go see your man."
"All right all right I'm going," Rachel said then left.
Kristin finished up her make up and sprayed on a little of Happy perfume. She gave herself one last glance in the mirror and headed out the door. Kristin got into her tropical green mustang convertible and drove to Nick's house. She practically ran to the door when she got there. Kristin rang the doorbell and patiently waited for Nick to answer it. When he opened the door Kristin suddenly grew shy.
"Hi," she said softly.
"Hey," Nick replied, avoiding her eyes. "Come on in."
Kristin stepped inside and set her purse down the table by the door. She followed Nick to the couch but didn't sit down. Nick sat down and looked over at her.
"You can sit down you know. I won't bite."
"Oh....yeah....right," Kristin said with a nervous smile and sat down.
There was an awkward silence. Finally Nick spoke. "Man this was a lot easier on the phone."
"Yeah," Kristin agreed.
"Look baby I'm sorry. I know there's no excuse for what I did, but all I can say is that I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry too," she said.
"For what? You didn't do anything."
"Yes, I did. I was the one who was too smothering. I didn't give you enough space."
Nick sighed and scooted over closer to Kristin. "Kris, you did nothing wrong. I'm the one to blame for all of this. I'm the one who screwed up not you. I let my stress take over me and I took it out on you. I love you and I don't want to hurt you."
"Do you really mean that?" Kristin asked, looking into his eyes.
Nick looked at her and gave her a genuine smile. "Yes...I do."
"I love you too," Kristin said as she wrapped her arms around Nick then kissed him.
Nick glazed his thumb over her bottom lip. "Oh god how I've missed your kisses."
"I've missed yours too. Lets never fight again okay?"
"Never," Nick said with a smile and kissed her.
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