got
panicked, “Erin, what’s shit? I can’t hear anything else you’re saying. What’s
going on? Why do you sound scared? I don’t care that you just said that stuff.
I just want to have this conversation with you. I want to see you, when I say
the things I wanna say.”
“Shit,” I muttered
again, hurrying to the apartment and ignoring him. I couldn’t hang up; I needed
him to be there still, so I wasn’t alone. I was about to become a skin suit and
the last thing I ever said, was a confession to a guy about being more than me,
even in my own mind.
“What’s happening?” he
asked sounding angry.
My hands shook as I
looked back. The man watched me. Was he really though, or was I just acting so
crazy that he was staring at the display. My hands shook as I opened the door.
I pulled it shut, dropping my phone.
“ERIN!”
I picked up the phone,
“Hello?”
“What are you doing?”
I swallowed, “I
thought a man was following me.”
He shouted again,
“Where the fuck are you?”
I shouted back, “I’m
home!”
“For Christ’s sake,
where’s the guy following you? Is he in the house?”
I moaned, “There is no
guy.”
I could hear him
getting frustrated but I needed water and a bed.
“Princess, I swear to
God, you’re going to be the death of me. What the hell? Is there a guy or not?”
I groaned, “There was.
I thought he was following me. He was just walking.”
“Well, I’ll be at the
house in two minutes.”
I realized suddenly,
he was out of breath and the bar noise was gone.
He was coming home…
After everything I had just said? My drunk mind was
whirling until a light bulb came on. It was one of those drunken evil light
bulbs, but it was better than dealing with the shit I’d said ten minutes
before.
I muttered really low
into the phone, “What? I couldn’t hear you. I’m gonna hit the hay.” I hung the
phone up and ran the rest of the stairs to the apartment, jamming the key in
the door and racing inside. I ran to my room, pulled off my shorts and shirt,
and stalked out into the kitchen. I grabbed the Gatorade, he’d just bought,
from the fridge and cracked it open.
He rushed into the
apartment. He was almost heaving and covered in sweat.
I frowned, “Hey! Don’t
you have more show to do?”
He looked homicidal as
he glanced around the house, “So… you’re… fine?” He struggled to get his
breath.
I looked around like
what he was saying was absurd, “Yeah.” I swayed a little bit, while trying to
maintain my cool.
His eyes flickered on
my push up bra and panties. I turned, bending over completely and grabbed the
freezer drawer, placing the Gatorade at the back of the drawer. I stayed there
for an extra second.
When I stood up, I
could see the look in his eyes had worsened. He took a step back, putting his
hand to his mouth, “Oh man. Are those Victoria’s Secret’s Brazilian-butt
underwear?” he moaned.
I held up the piece of
ice, I’d discreetly pulled from the drawer and ran it over my cleavage, “Yeah?
What’s up with you? You’re acting weird.”
He ran his hands
through his hair, backing up farther, “Seriously? I ran like five blocks to get
here, and this was a trap? So all that, ‘Lochlan
you’re the best, I can’t compete with you—OMG a man is following me’ was shit?” He even raised his tone to mimic my voice, but really just sounded
like a cartoon character.
I laughed, shaking my
head. I tossed the ice in the sink and walked up to his chest. I looked up into
his eyes, “How do you boys say that?” I tapped my fingernail against my cheek,
“Oh yeah, don’t hate the player, hate the game?” I blinked a few times and
walked by him to the bathroom.
“You… you cheated
hardcore. You made me think you were in trouble. How could you do that?” He was
mystified, but my lack of clothes seemed to be making him confused enough, the
dark-eyed look didn’t come back.
I looked back at him,
“You let me believe you were some
panicked, “Erin, what’s shit? I can’t hear anything else you’re saying. What’s
going on? Why do you sound scared? I don’t care that you just said that stuff.
I just want to have this conversation with you. I want to see you, when I say
the things I wanna say.”
“Shit,” I muttered
again, hurrying to the apartment and ignoring him. I couldn’t hang up; I needed
him to be there still, so I wasn’t alone. I was about to become a skin suit and
the last thing I ever said, was a confession to a guy about being more than me,
even in my own mind.
“What’s happening?” he
asked sounding angry.
My hands shook as I
looked back. The man watched me. Was he really though, or was I just acting so
crazy that he was staring at the display. My hands shook as I opened the door.
I pulled it shut, dropping my phone.
“ERIN!”
I picked up the phone,
“Hello?”
“What are you doing?”
I swallowed, “I
thought a man was following me.”
He shouted again,
“Where the fuck are you?”
I shouted back, “I’m
home!”
“For Christ’s sake,
where’s the guy following you? Is he in the house?”
I moaned, “There is no
guy.”
I could hear him
getting frustrated but I needed water and a bed.
“Princess, I swear to
God, you’re going to be the death of me. What the hell? Is there a guy or not?”
I groaned, “There was.
I thought he was following me. He was just walking.”
“Well, I’ll be at the
house in two minutes.”
I realized suddenly,
he was out of breath and the bar noise was gone.
He was coming home…
After everything I had just said? My drunk mind was
whirling until a light bulb came on. It was one of those drunken evil light
bulbs, but it was better than dealing with the shit I’d said ten minutes
before.
I muttered really low
into the phone, “What? I couldn’t hear you. I’m gonna hit the hay.” I hung the
phone up and ran the rest of the stairs to the apartment, jamming the key in
the door and racing inside. I ran to my room, pulled off my shorts and shirt,
and stalked out into the kitchen. I grabbed the Gatorade, he’d just bought,
from the fridge and cracked it open.
He rushed into the
apartment. He was almost heaving and covered in sweat.
I frowned, “Hey! Don’t
you have more show to do?”
He looked homicidal as
he glanced around the house, “So… you’re… fine?” He struggled to get his
breath.
I looked around like
what he was saying was absurd, “Yeah.” I swayed a little bit, while trying to
maintain my cool.
His eyes flickered on
my push up bra and panties. I turned, bending over completely and grabbed the
freezer drawer, placing the Gatorade at the back of the drawer. I stayed there
for an extra second.
When I stood up, I
could see the look in his eyes had worsened. He took a step back, putting his
hand to his mouth, “Oh man. Are those Victoria’s Secret’s Brazilian-butt
underwear?” he moaned.
I held up the piece of
ice, I’d discreetly pulled from the drawer and ran it over my cleavage, “Yeah?
What’s up with you? You’re acting weird.”
He ran his hands
through his hair, backing up farther, “Seriously? I ran like five blocks to get
here, and this was a trap? So all that, ‘Lochlan
you’re the best, I can’t compete with you—OMG a man is following me’ was shit?” He even raised his tone to mimic my voice, but really just sounded
like a cartoon character.
I laughed, shaking my
head. I tossed the ice in the sink and walked up to his chest. I looked up into
his eyes, “How do you boys say that?” I tapped my fingernail against my cheek,
“Oh yeah, don’t hate the player, hate the game?” I blinked a few times and
walked by him to the bathroom.
“You… you cheated
hardcore. You made me think you were in trouble. How could you do that?” He was
mystified, but my lack of clothes seemed to be making him confused enough, the
dark-eyed look didn’t come back.
I looked back at him,
“You let me believe you were some
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