normal conversation, no strange things. He had denied
his ‘lion ways’ and told them they were also going crazy. He was so
convincingly normal that they had started to doubt what they might
have seen. He had been his usual self and there was nothing to
support the view that he might be a werewolf or lion.
He so enjoyed talking to Rebecca, but
the absence of meaningful conversation was a void between
them.
Rebecca was also afraid to say important things to him.
What could she say? I want to be with you, but I know, for a fact, that you
will run away into the night, never to return? That there a small little
matter of The Darkness that will frighten you, or even harm
you? What could she say?
What could she offer him or promise him? So she consoled herself
with the thought that at least she could enjoy his smile, his
laughter and his beautiful blue eyes. He told her a joke and she
threw her head back to laugh. Like lightening, he leaned over her,
his hand close to her face. She was stunned and realized that a
waiter had almost spilled a glass of wine on her. He had tilted the
tray and the glass was slipping off when Clayton caught it. It had
happened so quickly that she was motionless. The waiter was also
shocked that Clay had moved so quickly across the table. For a
moment, they were all still, suspended in time. Then Clayton moved
back, glass in hand.
“ Sorry, Princess, but you were about to be baptized in wine.
Not that I would have minded. You would look quite lovely bathed in
wine,” he said softly.
“Thank you. I would have
minded.”
“Come, we need to go, before your father sends the
police after me. ”
When she
arose, he did it at last. He lightly placed his hand on her back
and a bolt of electricity shock through them. She shivered and he
withdrew his hand.
“Oops, sorry!” he said, unable to comprehend her body’s
response t o him. It was
completely unexpected. God, I want to touch her again, to see if it
happens again.
Rebecca was silent. Oh God, it was here. It was trying to frighten him
away. No, not now. Let him kiss me, hold me and love me
first, not now.
“ Oh, it’s okay. Clayton, do you....”
“ What?” His voice was sharp.
“ Oh, never mind. Let’s go.”
She wanted to ask him to make love to her and hold her,
because she did not know whether he would be with her the
next day. How could she say that to him? He was already upset about
something.
In
the car, he put on strange, gothic music which was depressing
her. God, it
is happening too soon. He is walking away already. She was just getting to love
his quirky ways, the way he always seemed to have ink on his hand,
the way he ate meat like it was the last time he would ever see it,
the way he had looked at her with such longing. It was going too
soon.
“So, is everything arranged for Double J and their
trip to the mountains? ”
“ Yes, they tell me you don’t want to be there. Why,
Rebecca?”
“ Because I am a difficult person. My life can be complicated
in ways you cannot understand. Because it is too difficult for
me.”
“Tell me, please, Rebecca, tell m e. I want to help
you. ”
“ Oh Clayton, please, just let it go. I do not want to discuss
it. I... things are not what they seem. I am not what I
seem.”
“Rebecca, do not treat me like a child. If you do not want
my friendship, just say so. But those games are tiring. I
have heard it all. What can you say that would so different? Please
spare me the drama, okay? ”
“Fine, I
will spare you the ‘drama’. I have nothing to say about the matter.
Is that satisfactory?”
“ No, but at least you are being honest.”
He
did not speak to her again, but took her inside, where her
parents were pretending to be watching television. Since they never watched television and had not
owned one since Rebecca had left, their ploy was embarrassingly
obvious.
“ Would you like some coffee?”
“Yes , Clayton will definitely have coffee. Come, my
boy, sit here
his ‘lion ways’ and told them they were also going crazy. He was so
convincingly normal that they had started to doubt what they might
have seen. He had been his usual self and there was nothing to
support the view that he might be a werewolf or lion.
He so enjoyed talking to Rebecca, but
the absence of meaningful conversation was a void between
them.
Rebecca was also afraid to say important things to him.
What could she say? I want to be with you, but I know, for a fact, that you
will run away into the night, never to return? That there a small little
matter of The Darkness that will frighten you, or even harm
you? What could she say?
What could she offer him or promise him? So she consoled herself
with the thought that at least she could enjoy his smile, his
laughter and his beautiful blue eyes. He told her a joke and she
threw her head back to laugh. Like lightening, he leaned over her,
his hand close to her face. She was stunned and realized that a
waiter had almost spilled a glass of wine on her. He had tilted the
tray and the glass was slipping off when Clayton caught it. It had
happened so quickly that she was motionless. The waiter was also
shocked that Clay had moved so quickly across the table. For a
moment, they were all still, suspended in time. Then Clayton moved
back, glass in hand.
“ Sorry, Princess, but you were about to be baptized in wine.
Not that I would have minded. You would look quite lovely bathed in
wine,” he said softly.
“Thank you. I would have
minded.”
“Come, we need to go, before your father sends the
police after me. ”
When she
arose, he did it at last. He lightly placed his hand on her back
and a bolt of electricity shock through them. She shivered and he
withdrew his hand.
“Oops, sorry!” he said, unable to comprehend her body’s
response t o him. It was
completely unexpected. God, I want to touch her again, to see if it
happens again.
Rebecca was silent. Oh God, it was here. It was trying to frighten him
away. No, not now. Let him kiss me, hold me and love me
first, not now.
“ Oh, it’s okay. Clayton, do you....”
“ What?” His voice was sharp.
“ Oh, never mind. Let’s go.”
She wanted to ask him to make love to her and hold her,
because she did not know whether he would be with her the
next day. How could she say that to him? He was already upset about
something.
In
the car, he put on strange, gothic music which was depressing
her. God, it
is happening too soon. He is walking away already. She was just getting to love
his quirky ways, the way he always seemed to have ink on his hand,
the way he ate meat like it was the last time he would ever see it,
the way he had looked at her with such longing. It was going too
soon.
“So, is everything arranged for Double J and their
trip to the mountains? ”
“ Yes, they tell me you don’t want to be there. Why,
Rebecca?”
“ Because I am a difficult person. My life can be complicated
in ways you cannot understand. Because it is too difficult for
me.”
“Tell me, please, Rebecca, tell m e. I want to help
you. ”
“ Oh Clayton, please, just let it go. I do not want to discuss
it. I... things are not what they seem. I am not what I
seem.”
“Rebecca, do not treat me like a child. If you do not want
my friendship, just say so. But those games are tiring. I
have heard it all. What can you say that would so different? Please
spare me the drama, okay? ”
“Fine, I
will spare you the ‘drama’. I have nothing to say about the matter.
Is that satisfactory?”
“ No, but at least you are being honest.”
He
did not speak to her again, but took her inside, where her
parents were pretending to be watching television. Since they never watched television and had not
owned one since Rebecca had left, their ploy was embarrassingly
obvious.
“ Would you like some coffee?”
“Yes , Clayton will definitely have coffee. Come, my
boy, sit here
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