there. I had been thinking about him for over a month, feeling regret, and now that I was next to him, all the little things made me want to swoon.
"Tell me what happened with that agent," Drew said.
And I did.
I told him all about Jim and us working on a pilot for a cartoon television series.
For the next two hours, we sat there and talked. We asked each other questions and caught up on what we had been doing for the last month.
I told him about Mac starting preschool, and we laughed when I recited some of the things he told me about his teacher and his new friends. Drew told me about his trip to Italy and a few of the things he had done so far in New York. He had friends here as well, which didn't surprise me. He knew a lot of people from his dad and through college.
The lobby was quiet now that it was so late. A couple of employees and a few guests were visible, but they were way off in the distance, doing their own thing.
I dug in my purse and fished out a pack of candy. "Lifesaver?" I asked, holding the pack toward Drew.
"Are you trying to kiss me?" He glanced at the people on the other side of the entryway. "We could head upstairs."
Chapter 16
My heart raced when Drew said we could head upstairs.
"Drew?" I asked seriously, vulnerably. We were sitting close on the couch, and I adjusted, focusing on him, looking him in the eyes. "Can I talk to you about something?" I felt a wave of anxiousness and I glanced down and fiddled with the roll of candy, taking the one off the end and popping it into my mouth.
"Sure, of course," Drew said. "But you're scaring me by asking that since all we've been doing is sitting here, talking."
I grinned absentmindedly at his statement as I took a piece of candy off of the roll and held it up for him. He leaned in and took it out of my hand with his mouth.
"No, no, it's nothing to be… well, actually I don't know if you should be worried or not. It depends on how you feel about what I'm about to say." I sighed. "I don't know how to say it other than just to go ahead and say that I want to take a second to have a God talk."
"Okay," Drew said, nodding thoughtfully.
"Well, I love God. You should know He's a part of my life and Mac's. He's amazing and He takes care of me, and I… I really do my best to try to be good. I heard one time that sin is like a sharp knife. You know, if you give a two-year-old a big, huge sharp knife, they'd probably cry when you take it away, because to them, it's beautiful and it's shiny, and they don't understand the danger of it. But we, as adults, we have more wisdom. We see the danger in the knife. That's like sin. God has so much more wisdom than us. He's not just some rule enforcer who's trying to take our shiny things away. He sees what sin is capable of doing in our lives, and out of love, He warns us about it." I sighed and smiled. "I say that to tell you that the decisions I make about how quickly to move forward physically with you, well, they might seem a little old fashioned. There might be an element of false advertising with the fact that I have Mac. It might seem hypocritical of me to say this, but I don't plan on doing that again before marriage. I just feel like I need to keep myself from it until I decide to get married. That's what I was saying about God. It's not because I feel like I have to follow rules or anything, it's just that I've learned, from experience, that it is a wise choice to do that—to wait, you know?"
He stared at me. "Did you think I was asking you to come upstairs so we could…" He trailed off, knowing I knew what he meant.
"I didn't think… no, no, I just, I wanted to have that conversation since I might seem like a little bit of false advertising with—"
"Please don't say that," Drew said, shaking his head and cutting me off. "Nobody's advertising anything. And I know how you feel on the subject, Lucy. You don't have to