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I’ll watch TV or something. I just don’t want to go to my room alone.” He sounded tragic. Was he just lonely or was I a constant that he had come to rely on? Maybe he just missed the idea of me being there every night.
I nodded , making a poor you face at him, and grabbed the bottle of wine. With both the bottle and the glass clutched in a one handhold, I slinked into the bathroom and shut the door with the back of my foot.
As I filled up the tub and mixed the lavender bath oil with the water, I thought about how I didn’t miss Johnny at night. I enjoyed the peace. I had my fun devoid of him. Being alone was calming. It was my time. I could write music and sing to myself without criticism or his voice joining in. I could watch “The Cosby Show” reruns and laugh at Dr. Huxtable’s idiotic jokes without Johnny stealing the remote and shouting obscenities at a Patriots game for an entire afternoon. I was my best friend. I was self-confident in my body around others and in those inaudible times that I made love to myself.
Thirty minutes later, I heard another knock at the door. I glided out of the bathroom and yelled, “Damn it, Johnny. If you were going to leave, you should have... ” the rest of that sentence was cut off at the sight of Brennan Curtis leaning into the door jam. His large hands on both sides made me feel small and slightly unsteady. I faltered and tripped over my robe as I took him in. His dimpled smile was first. His leathery masculine smell was second. His animal, please come have sex with me, energy was next.
“Uh ... gah... hi,” I offered, trying to regain poise, and maybe relearn the English language. What kind of douchebag hello was that? Oh right, this guy made my hearing, speech, and brain to body synapses cease to work properly.
“Ugh, hi,” he quipped, clearly mocking my lacking use of words. “How are you, Julia?”
His eyes measured my body up and back down only to settle back onto my face to await my response. He was fascinating to look at. He was the actual tall, dark, and handsome man that all those books and fairy tales dreamed and screamed about. His tattooed sleeve made him less human, more of a super-god, and definitely mysterious. But I liked him. I liked him a lot.
“How ... or who let you... did you get up here?” I probed as I poked my head out the door frame to see that the hotel hallway was empty. On my retreat back inside the room, Brennan tilted his cheek just the most minuscule bit so that my damp hair could graze his cheek. I stilled, frozen in that spot. Yes. Please graze me. Graze away. The barbeque comment came back into my head and I pulled back. He was not a slice of meat. He was a sexy guy. No more animal references to the human body.
“Lizzie. Sean. Sean ... shit. Well, it was Lizzie,” Brennan puckered his brows. He was evidently having a disagreement with himself and I watched with fascination. I could watch Brennan argue with himself all night long. It was, to say the least, adorable.
I just nodded. “Okay. Great! What can I do for you?” I requested sunnily. Why was I being fake plastic right now? Why did this guy unsettle me? If it had been anyone else at this hour, I would have probably verbally punched them in the face and sent them on their way to hell. Not Brennan, though. No, he did something to me that made me second guess the meaning of life entirely. He had a purpose in everything he did. There was something in the handshake, grazing my wet hair, and searching for who I was with his eye. He was a scientist who was compulsive to answer the equation of Jules Delaney. That was evident since he sought me out on stage, in the back room at the show, and now here, on a totally secured hotel floor. I decided to let him experiment away. What did I really have to lose?
It was then that Brennan’s face went from amusement to pure disappointment. I followed his gaze to my couch where Johnny was passed out cold.
“I’m sorry, Julia. I
I nodded , making a poor you face at him, and grabbed the bottle of wine. With both the bottle and the glass clutched in a one handhold, I slinked into the bathroom and shut the door with the back of my foot.
As I filled up the tub and mixed the lavender bath oil with the water, I thought about how I didn’t miss Johnny at night. I enjoyed the peace. I had my fun devoid of him. Being alone was calming. It was my time. I could write music and sing to myself without criticism or his voice joining in. I could watch “The Cosby Show” reruns and laugh at Dr. Huxtable’s idiotic jokes without Johnny stealing the remote and shouting obscenities at a Patriots game for an entire afternoon. I was my best friend. I was self-confident in my body around others and in those inaudible times that I made love to myself.
Thirty minutes later, I heard another knock at the door. I glided out of the bathroom and yelled, “Damn it, Johnny. If you were going to leave, you should have... ” the rest of that sentence was cut off at the sight of Brennan Curtis leaning into the door jam. His large hands on both sides made me feel small and slightly unsteady. I faltered and tripped over my robe as I took him in. His dimpled smile was first. His leathery masculine smell was second. His animal, please come have sex with me, energy was next.
“Uh ... gah... hi,” I offered, trying to regain poise, and maybe relearn the English language. What kind of douchebag hello was that? Oh right, this guy made my hearing, speech, and brain to body synapses cease to work properly.
“Ugh, hi,” he quipped, clearly mocking my lacking use of words. “How are you, Julia?”
His eyes measured my body up and back down only to settle back onto my face to await my response. He was fascinating to look at. He was the actual tall, dark, and handsome man that all those books and fairy tales dreamed and screamed about. His tattooed sleeve made him less human, more of a super-god, and definitely mysterious. But I liked him. I liked him a lot.
“How ... or who let you... did you get up here?” I probed as I poked my head out the door frame to see that the hotel hallway was empty. On my retreat back inside the room, Brennan tilted his cheek just the most minuscule bit so that my damp hair could graze his cheek. I stilled, frozen in that spot. Yes. Please graze me. Graze away. The barbeque comment came back into my head and I pulled back. He was not a slice of meat. He was a sexy guy. No more animal references to the human body.
“Lizzie. Sean. Sean ... shit. Well, it was Lizzie,” Brennan puckered his brows. He was evidently having a disagreement with himself and I watched with fascination. I could watch Brennan argue with himself all night long. It was, to say the least, adorable.
I just nodded. “Okay. Great! What can I do for you?” I requested sunnily. Why was I being fake plastic right now? Why did this guy unsettle me? If it had been anyone else at this hour, I would have probably verbally punched them in the face and sent them on their way to hell. Not Brennan, though. No, he did something to me that made me second guess the meaning of life entirely. He had a purpose in everything he did. There was something in the handshake, grazing my wet hair, and searching for who I was with his eye. He was a scientist who was compulsive to answer the equation of Jules Delaney. That was evident since he sought me out on stage, in the back room at the show, and now here, on a totally secured hotel floor. I decided to let him experiment away. What did I really have to lose?
It was then that Brennan’s face went from amusement to pure disappointment. I followed his gaze to my couch where Johnny was passed out cold.
“I’m sorry, Julia. I
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