When I woke up, Dan was still asleep. He was so cute when he was sleeping. I had seen this many times before in the hospital, but I never got tired of watching him. He looked so perfect, and I still couldn't get over the fact that he was mine. I was nervous at the party yesterday, afraid he might like one of my friends more, but once the party was done he showed me he loved only me. He opened his eyes and smiled when he saw me staring at him. "Good morning beautiful." He said, still half asleep. "Morning." I said, and I kissed him. It was brief, but still amazing. I got up and went to get a shower. I always left the door unlocked. My family would never walk in anyway. I was just washing my hair when the door opened. I nearly shouted that the person had to fuck off when I saw who it was. Dan. He was here to join me in the shower. He locked the door behind him and joined me. I rinsed out my hair and wanted to wash myself when Dan said "Here, let me.". He washed my body delicately. I did the same with him. As we let the soap rinse off we kissed. He pressed me against the wall softly while giving me all of his love through that kiss. He stopped and stared at me, and I started blushing. "I must look like a nearly drowned cat." I said, wondering if my make-up from yesterday was all over my face. I didn't have time to get it off, we were… busy at the time. "I happen to like nearly drowned cats." He said. Somehow he made it sound so sweet. If it wasn't coming from him I would take it as an insult. He has a way with words I don't understand. He can make insults sound like compliments. We finished showering and got back to my room.
I picked out a red dress. I had been waiting for a good opportunity to wear it, and this seemed the right time. The dress had a bare back and showed my amazing legs. Too bad the bruises from the accident had to ruin it. Dan saw the look on my face and he knew what I was thinking. "You are beautiful, even with the bruises." And he kissed me. We connected in a way I never thought possible. We just knew what was going on in each other's minds. "What are we going to do today?" I asked him. He looked sad. Why would he look sad? I looked at him and let my eyes tell him I didn't understand. "I have to go out of town for a few days. Something has come up and I need to get back home to take care of things. Please understand." I was just staring at him. I didn't understand, yet I had heard every word. Out of town. A few days. Take care of things? What things? And how long was a few days? I did anything but understand. I knew it. I knew this was too good to be true. He was going to leave town and never come back. I honestly thought he loved me. "Okay." I said in a small voice. He tried to kiss me but I turned away. He understood. "I am not leaving you forever, Kyra. I would take you with me if I could, but this is really personal and I don't want you involved. It's not safe." Not safe, my ass. What could be oh so dangerous I couldn't come with him? A drug dealer? The mafia? Whatever. "How long is a few days?" I asked softly but terrifying. "Three. After that I will be right back home with you. I promise." He might as well have said he was a pink unicorn. I would have believed it just as much. "And what is so dangerous, might I ask?" I said, starting to get really angry. "Right now I can't tell you. I promise to tell you, but not now, not while I haven't taken care of it. Please Kyra, understand. I can't live without you." I didn't look at him. I knew if I would I would fall into his eyes and not be able to tell truth from lie. I don't understand why he bothered to tell me in the first place. He could have just left this morning without saying anything. Boy, how a day can change in so little time. "You ask me to understand you have to leave town to deal with something dangerous I can't know about?" I spun around, yelling at him "You ask me to understand you are going away, back home? How am I going to be sure you will ever come back to me? How can I be sure you won't stay there?" By the end of my rant I was crying. I couldn't believe he was doing this. He just stared at me, I saw I had really hurt him, but right now I didn't care. I couldn't think clearly because of my fury. "Go then." I told him in an icy voice. He started to protest but he knew it was useless. It was the last thing I was going to say to him. He picked up his clothes and walked towards the door. It was hard for me not to start crying uncontrollably. At the door he took one last sad glance at me and then went away. I heard the door close downstairs.