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Katie took a deep breath. Of course, there was some Jason interaction on that list. It was to be expected. She was the maid of honor, and he was the best man. She just had to think about how to best minimize the impact.
She thought for a moment, and then nodded to herself. Okay. So, the game plan would have to be to spend as much time with Sophiebell as possible...which, if you think about it, was technically her job as M.O.H. anyway....and avoid Jason at all costs. Simple.
Good game plan! Go team Katie!
--- ~ ---
As Jason opened the door to Katie’s childhood home, a surge of nostalgia swept through him. He had been spending a lot of time here recently, trying to help Pam and Aunt Wendy save money by taking care of some repairs. But, as weird as it might be to say it, the place felt completely different since Katie was back in town. It was like even her house was breathing a sigh of relief that she was back where she belonged.
As he walked up the stairs to put Katie’s suitcases in her room, he actually felt nervous. He wondered why for a moment and then realized that he hadn’t been in Katie’s room since the night that she left Harper's Crossing.
As he opened the door he was surprised to see that in ten years, nothing much had changed. Her dresser still held pictures of Katie when she was growing up, Katie with her friends, Katie with her mom, her Grandma, and Aunt Wendy – and, of course, Katie and Nick.
He did notice that one picture was missing. It was one of Katie and him. It had been taken at science camp, right before they boarded the bus, and they were making goofy faces. He knew that she had kept it in a small frame at the edge of her dresser while she was growing up because he had clandestinely looked at it every chance he got when he and Katie and Nick had hung out in here together as teenagers. He didn’t see it now, though.
Great. That probably meant that it got tossed in the garbage on the fateful night Katie had left Harper's Crossing. Of course it did. In fact, it was probably her final act upon leaving the room for the last time.
A sick feeling began to form in the pit of his stomach as that night’s memories started playing in his head, spreading inexorably through his t orso and his extremities like a dreaded cold front that was hell-bent on taking over his body.
He knew that it had taken him a long time to forgive himself for his behavior that night, but right now – standing in the middle of the scene of the crime – he thought that maybe he still hadn't entirely forgiven himself.
He still wasn’t sure if Katie had forgiven him, and he wanted to find out this weekend. He was tired of wondering. As much as he knew, logically, that he should have handled things completely differently that night - he could still never truly regret what had transpired. In fact, that was a big part of what made him feel so torn and guilty when he thought about it. How could one of his most precious memories also be one of his biggest regrets?
He took two slow steps across Katie’s floor until he was standing directly in front of her bed. He set her suitcases down with a deliberate motion and just stood there, staring at her bed.
He closed his eyes against the memories that were flooding his consciousness. Memories of the last time he had been there, of Katie’s naked body beneath him as he warmed her with his bare chest. How small and delicate she had felt in his arms. How alive, despite the iciness of her skin. How she melted against him. How her breath felt against his neck.
He had never experienced a night like that before or since. It had taken on a somewhat dreamlike quality in his recollection, as if it didn’t even really happen, like it was just a beautiful figment of his imagination. But, even as he wondered bittersweetly if it might be all in his head, he remembered the taste of her lips as she sweetly touched his mouth to hers. The way her body moved beneath him as she molded
Katie took a deep breath. Of course, there was some Jason interaction on that list. It was to be expected. She was the maid of honor, and he was the best man. She just had to think about how to best minimize the impact.
She thought for a moment, and then nodded to herself. Okay. So, the game plan would have to be to spend as much time with Sophiebell as possible...which, if you think about it, was technically her job as M.O.H. anyway....and avoid Jason at all costs. Simple.
Good game plan! Go team Katie!
--- ~ ---
As Jason opened the door to Katie’s childhood home, a surge of nostalgia swept through him. He had been spending a lot of time here recently, trying to help Pam and Aunt Wendy save money by taking care of some repairs. But, as weird as it might be to say it, the place felt completely different since Katie was back in town. It was like even her house was breathing a sigh of relief that she was back where she belonged.
As he walked up the stairs to put Katie’s suitcases in her room, he actually felt nervous. He wondered why for a moment and then realized that he hadn’t been in Katie’s room since the night that she left Harper's Crossing.
As he opened the door he was surprised to see that in ten years, nothing much had changed. Her dresser still held pictures of Katie when she was growing up, Katie with her friends, Katie with her mom, her Grandma, and Aunt Wendy – and, of course, Katie and Nick.
He did notice that one picture was missing. It was one of Katie and him. It had been taken at science camp, right before they boarded the bus, and they were making goofy faces. He knew that she had kept it in a small frame at the edge of her dresser while she was growing up because he had clandestinely looked at it every chance he got when he and Katie and Nick had hung out in here together as teenagers. He didn’t see it now, though.
Great. That probably meant that it got tossed in the garbage on the fateful night Katie had left Harper's Crossing. Of course it did. In fact, it was probably her final act upon leaving the room for the last time.
A sick feeling began to form in the pit of his stomach as that night’s memories started playing in his head, spreading inexorably through his t orso and his extremities like a dreaded cold front that was hell-bent on taking over his body.
He knew that it had taken him a long time to forgive himself for his behavior that night, but right now – standing in the middle of the scene of the crime – he thought that maybe he still hadn't entirely forgiven himself.
He still wasn’t sure if Katie had forgiven him, and he wanted to find out this weekend. He was tired of wondering. As much as he knew, logically, that he should have handled things completely differently that night - he could still never truly regret what had transpired. In fact, that was a big part of what made him feel so torn and guilty when he thought about it. How could one of his most precious memories also be one of his biggest regrets?
He took two slow steps across Katie’s floor until he was standing directly in front of her bed. He set her suitcases down with a deliberate motion and just stood there, staring at her bed.
He closed his eyes against the memories that were flooding his consciousness. Memories of the last time he had been there, of Katie’s naked body beneath him as he warmed her with his bare chest. How small and delicate she had felt in his arms. How alive, despite the iciness of her skin. How she melted against him. How her breath felt against his neck.
He had never experienced a night like that before or since. It had taken on a somewhat dreamlike quality in his recollection, as if it didn’t even really happen, like it was just a beautiful figment of his imagination. But, even as he wondered bittersweetly if it might be all in his head, he remembered the taste of her lips as she sweetly touched his mouth to hers. The way her body moved beneath him as she molded
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