day and I let her. Going over my words, I
knew it seemed like to her that she wasn’t adequate enough for me.
Ironic, considering I feared I wouldn’t be adequate enough for her.
Luke made the decision
to stop for the night. He would have to forgo his luxury suites
because the only thing around was a motel. I checked out the room for
before instructing Luke and Ana up. Ana went straight for bathroom
locking herself in for five minutes.
When she came out, she
was as angry as before. I watched with a slightly amused expression
as she dug through the suitcases I packed for her. Clearly, she was
not thrilled by the choices in clothing.
“Do you mind?” She
was looking at both of us and I realized Luke had been watching her,
too.
“Not at all." I
crossed my arms over my chest but Luke took the hint and went into
the bathroom.
“Fine. Suit
yourself.” She had her arms criss-crossed, ready to take off her
shirt.
I whipped around,
having to clear my throat as I uttered an apology.
“Yeah, you apologize
a lot. I wouldn’t bother anymore because it means nothing to the
person who doesn’t believe it.”
“I didn’t know that
it would affect you like this.” I hadn’t realized just how much
we might share the same feelings until our kiss. If only she would
have been able to finish what she was going to say in the car.
“Just drop it okay?
Now I know how you really feel and that I was a fool.”
“You have no idea how
I feel…” I heard the rustling of clothes stop and turned around
to face her. She couldn’t really believe that I didn’t like her?
She was mine and the more time I spent with her the more I knew I was
falling in love her. If she only realized I couldn’t put myself out
there because I couldn’t risk losing her.
“Listen, it’s been
a long day – actually a long week—and ironically, the one thing I
was to do is sleep.”
She pulled back the
sheets and climbed into bed. She lay on her side, facing away from
me. I kept watching her in concern until I heard her breathing even
out, indicating she had fallen asleep.
Chapter Ten
Ana had said my name in
her sleep last night, I was sure of it. When she woke up with a
start, and ran right into the bathroom with flushed cheeks I knew,
with satisfaction, that she had been dreaming about me.
Luke flipped on the TV
now that she was awake. He made a complaint about the “old school”
television not having satellite.
“Stop changing the
channel.” Luke and I mutely watched the news coverage of the storm.
It had hit New Orleans, like we knew it would. What I wasn’t
expecting was the damage, or how one mortal in particular would react
to the destruction it left in its wake.
I heard the bathroom
door open. “Ana…” She regarded my grim expression questionably
and I stepped aside so she could see the TV.
“Oh my God, it hit
New Orleans,” the agony in her voice had nearly sent me into a
rage.
Ana watched the news,
each report wounding her worse than the last. I knew how much she had
loved New Orleans, how she called it home. I could feel her pain and
longing like it was my own.
“We’re going to
need you to call your dad,” Luke spoke up and I was thankful that
at least he was thinking clearly. Obviously, we would want her to
call her dad so he wouldn’t send someone to look for her. He
thought she had stayed behind to ride out the storm. Luke handed her
the cell phone he took from her purse the first day.
She stared at it with
longing. “My friends,” she offered as an explanation, “they are
probably really worried about me since they haven’t heard from me
in, well, who knows how long.”
“Call your father
first and then you can take care of your friends ,” Luke said
while he stopped her from texting.
“You should call him
first, Ana. I am sure he is very worried about you.”
“Yeah, right ,”
she spoke with sarcasm.
As she pressed the
buttons on her phone, tears started pooling in her eyes. “Are you
all
knew it seemed like to her that she wasn’t adequate enough for me.
Ironic, considering I feared I wouldn’t be adequate enough for her.
Luke made the decision
to stop for the night. He would have to forgo his luxury suites
because the only thing around was a motel. I checked out the room for
before instructing Luke and Ana up. Ana went straight for bathroom
locking herself in for five minutes.
When she came out, she
was as angry as before. I watched with a slightly amused expression
as she dug through the suitcases I packed for her. Clearly, she was
not thrilled by the choices in clothing.
“Do you mind?” She
was looking at both of us and I realized Luke had been watching her,
too.
“Not at all." I
crossed my arms over my chest but Luke took the hint and went into
the bathroom.
“Fine. Suit
yourself.” She had her arms criss-crossed, ready to take off her
shirt.
I whipped around,
having to clear my throat as I uttered an apology.
“Yeah, you apologize
a lot. I wouldn’t bother anymore because it means nothing to the
person who doesn’t believe it.”
“I didn’t know that
it would affect you like this.” I hadn’t realized just how much
we might share the same feelings until our kiss. If only she would
have been able to finish what she was going to say in the car.
“Just drop it okay?
Now I know how you really feel and that I was a fool.”
“You have no idea how
I feel…” I heard the rustling of clothes stop and turned around
to face her. She couldn’t really believe that I didn’t like her?
She was mine and the more time I spent with her the more I knew I was
falling in love her. If she only realized I couldn’t put myself out
there because I couldn’t risk losing her.
“Listen, it’s been
a long day – actually a long week—and ironically, the one thing I
was to do is sleep.”
She pulled back the
sheets and climbed into bed. She lay on her side, facing away from
me. I kept watching her in concern until I heard her breathing even
out, indicating she had fallen asleep.
Chapter Ten
Ana had said my name in
her sleep last night, I was sure of it. When she woke up with a
start, and ran right into the bathroom with flushed cheeks I knew,
with satisfaction, that she had been dreaming about me.
Luke flipped on the TV
now that she was awake. He made a complaint about the “old school”
television not having satellite.
“Stop changing the
channel.” Luke and I mutely watched the news coverage of the storm.
It had hit New Orleans, like we knew it would. What I wasn’t
expecting was the damage, or how one mortal in particular would react
to the destruction it left in its wake.
I heard the bathroom
door open. “Ana…” She regarded my grim expression questionably
and I stepped aside so she could see the TV.
“Oh my God, it hit
New Orleans,” the agony in her voice had nearly sent me into a
rage.
Ana watched the news,
each report wounding her worse than the last. I knew how much she had
loved New Orleans, how she called it home. I could feel her pain and
longing like it was my own.
“We’re going to
need you to call your dad,” Luke spoke up and I was thankful that
at least he was thinking clearly. Obviously, we would want her to
call her dad so he wouldn’t send someone to look for her. He
thought she had stayed behind to ride out the storm. Luke handed her
the cell phone he took from her purse the first day.
She stared at it with
longing. “My friends,” she offered as an explanation, “they are
probably really worried about me since they haven’t heard from me
in, well, who knows how long.”
“Call your father
first and then you can take care of your friends ,” Luke said
while he stopped her from texting.
“You should call him
first, Ana. I am sure he is very worried about you.”
“Yeah, right ,”
she spoke with sarcasm.
As she pressed the
buttons on her phone, tears started pooling in her eyes. “Are you
all
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