Chapter 10
Kane/J.J.
She found him at last in a closed in stairwell to the basement. Stepping through the door she stood there a moment watching him.
He seems really upset. Does he always get so upset when he does camera work? Is it because of how they made him act? She wondered.
Why do they always have to do that? He wondered. They just love to make me look stupid? I know I'm different, but they make it worse.
Reaching down, J.J. put her hand on his shoulder.
What? Who's there? He stiffened and looked quickly over his shoulder ready to bolt up and attack.
Oh it's just J.J. He thought, calming down a little.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." She said taking a seat beside him with her arm draped over his shoulders.
He's actually trembling. She realized with amazement.
She's holding me? I can't believe it. He thought amazed at how good it felt. I've never felt like this before. He thought.
"Are you ok?" She asked, reaching over and taking his left hand in hers.
Nodding Kane sat still.
I don't want to move. He thought. If I do she might leave.
Leaning her head on his shoulder, they just sat there quietly.
He's such a gentle giant. She thought, looking down at her hand lying cradled in his on her thigh.
Closing her eyes, she sat enjoying the warmth emanating from him and his spicy masculine smell.
I could sit here like this forever. She thought absently.
Turning his head, he brought his face close to her hair and inhaled.
She smells so good. He thought closing his eyes he began to relax.
Her watching began beeping, making them both jump.
"Oh," She said. "Show time, I have to go."
I don't want to let go. He thought.
"Really Kane I have to go." She said, smiling as she withdrew her hand from his. "I'll see you after the show right?"
Kane nodded, looking away.
"Ok then." She said, getting up.
She brushed her hand across his shoulders, as she turned to go.
Kane sat there a little longer, and then he went to find a monitor to watch the event.
J.J.
Hurrying down the hall she checked her cameras. Reaching the ring she waited impatiently for the matches to begin.
Concentrate! She kept reminding herself.
It took a while, but she finally got into a rhythm. Match after match she ran around the ring to get her shots.
Damn he almost got me. She thought, dodging a flying Christian. As the matches ended she began gathering her equipment. Then she hurried backstage.
Man I need a shower. She thought. I must reek of sweat after all the running I did.
As she got backstage, she saw Kane already changed and waiting by the training room.
He must be in a hurry. She thought.
Kane
Sitting alone in a small room he watched the matches hoping to also get a glimpse of J.J. He smiled every time she was caught on camera.
Kane got angry again, as they played the scene they had taped earlier.
I look like a monster, a crazed maniac. I would never do something like that. I'd never attack without a good reason. He thought.
With the matches continuing, he went back to watching still a little upset at the scene and the way they'd made him behave.
Look at her go. He thought as she dashed around the ring. He flinched when Christian nearly collided with her.
So help me I'll break him in half if he hurts her. He thought.
As the last match began, he went to the locker room to get changed.
Don't want to keep her waiting. He thought.
Kane/J.J.
He stood by the training room staring intently at the curtain.
I hope I didn't miss her. He thought.
He was shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He resisted the urge to go looking for her. Finally seeing her come through the curtain, he smiled.
"Hey Kane." She said, as she walked up to him.
Kane just stood, there staring down at her.
Why does she bother with me? She could be spending time with anyone else? Why me? He was disturbed by this thought.
"What?" She asked when he didn't react to her greeting.
Shaking his head, he brought his attention back to her.
"Ok, just let me grab my gear and we can go whenever you are ready." She said.
He followed her down the hall, waiting outside the room while she got her bag. Coming back out she tapped his shoulder to get his attention. Turning around he reached for her bag.
"Thanks anyway Kane but I've got it." She said, adjusting the bag on her shoulder.
She let me carry her things before, why not now? He wondered, turning away.
How did I upset him? She wondered.
"Don't be upset Kane." She said. "I just like to handle things on my own, when I can." Smiling she added. "If it was heavy, I'd let you have it in a heartbeat."
When he looked back toward her, she could see the amusement in his eyes.
I love the way his eyes look when I get him to laugh or smile; they shine. She thought.
Reaching the rental, he once again opened and held her door for her.
As he drove them to the hotel, she reached out and took his hand, sliding hers under his on the armrest.
Closing his hand around, hers he smiled.
It's so small. He thought, glancing down at their clasped hands. It almost disappears in mine.
I hope he doesn't mind. She thought seeing him look at their hands. I don't want to make him uncomfortable. She thought.
"Kane," She said, as they walked into the hotel. "I know we're supposed to look at your layout shots. But I'd really like to clean up first. I won't take long."
Clean up? You look fine. He thought, smiling he nodded.
Getting to her room she said, "I'll be over soon, OK?"
Opening her door, she stepped inside. Showering she changed quickly then headed next door. Running her hand through her still wet hair, she stood outside his door. Then she knocked.
What's taking so long? He wondered pacing. Maybe she changed her mind?
He was pacing back and forth in his room, never going far from the door. Kane occasionally tugged on his glove or brushed his hair nervously away from his face.
The knock startled him out of his thoughts. He practically ran to answer the door.
She jumped when the door swung open.
What was he standing on the other side waiting for me to knock? She wondered.
Kane stepped aside and motioned her to enter.
Walking in, she picked up the envelope from the desk and brought it with her taking a seat on the couch.
Kane walked over to the small refrigerator and got himself a bottle of water. Knocking on the counter to get her attention he held up the bottle.
"Yeah, Kane I'd love one thanks." She answered.
Grabbing a second bottle, he walked over and put it on the table in front of her.
Should I sit beside her or in the chair? He wondered, standing between the two.
What's he waiting for? She wondered, looking up at him.
"Well, have a seat big guy we've got work to do." She said, patting the couch to her right.
Sitting down next to her he tried not to sit to close.
Don't want to crowd her. He thought.
Pulling the pictures out, she put them on the table.
"Wait a second." She said getting up.
She walked over to the desk and grabbed some stationary and a pen.
Sitting back down, she sat so that their thighs were touching.
"We might need this." She said, putting down the paper and pen.
"I have to tell you Kane. I think your pictures came out really great. But with a subject as photogenic as you, it would be hard to get a bad shot." J.J. said seriously.
I hope he realizes how serious I am when I say that. She thought.
She's got to be kidding with me. No way I'm a good subject. He thought, amused with her attempt to make him feel good.
"Why don't you take a look at them? Just separate that into two piles those you like and those you don't." She said, handing him the stack of pictures.
Leaning her head on his arm she watched as he shuffled through the pictures.
How does she expect me to choose? No picture of me can be good. But she took them so if I say that she'll be hurt. He thought sifting through them slowly. I can't win here.
When he'd finished, he looked at her.
I hope she doesn't get to upset. He thought apprehensively.
He looks really nervous. She thought. He's not sure how I'm going to react to his choices, or what to expect from me.
"So which pile is the one for Vince?" She asked.
Pointing to the smaller stack, he shrugged.
Here it comes. Kane thought. She's going to start yelling at me just like Tori always did, when she thought I'd done something stupid.
Picking up the smaller stack, she sorted through them quickly.
"I hate to say it Kane but I don't think Vince is going to believe I only took ten pictures." She said, smiling at him.
She's not mad? He thought with relief.
He's actually relieved. Did he expect me to get upset? What did he think I was going to do? She wondered.
"Let's go through them again and see if we can give Vince a few more." Picking up the larger stack she asked, "Why don't you like this one?"
Shrugging, Kane looked away.
"Big guy please look at me. It's really hard to read you when you don't." J.J. said softly.
I don't want you to see me. You'll hate me too, like everyone else. Kane thought.
"Please Kane." She said, reaching to touch his face.
No, He thought, pulling away from her.
"Come on big guy let me see your eyes." She said soothingly.
She reached out again and this time he let her turn his head to face her. Looking into her face he waited for her to turn away, surprised when she didn't.
She's not afraid to touch me, even my mask. Tori wouldn't touch my mask if it was lying on the table, let alone while I was wearing it. He thought with wonder.
He's afraid. What did those dickheads do to him? She thought angrily.
"Now please tell me why you don't like these shots? I think you look great and not just because I took them." She said gently.
Picking up the pen he wrote slowly.
Pictures good subject bad
"What's bad about the subject? It's you and I think you're great, both as a subject and as a friend." She said.
She called me a friend. He thought, smiling behind his mask.
"That's better." She said. "I like the way your eyes look when you smile."
Kane/J.J.
Sitting together on the couch, she began going through the pictures. Picking up each picture she asked him why he didn't like it. His answers usually revolved around his appearance.
Why is he so convinced that he's hideous and worthless? What exactly has he been told and how long have they spent making him feel this way? Her mind swirled with these questions and more as she read his answers.
She's so stubborn. Why can't she see that I'm a freak and no matter how good a photographer she is, any picture of me is bad? He thought, beginning to get frustrated.
"Kane," She said, finally beginning to get a little frustrated. "I don't understand why you're so sure that you look bad. People are all different and I wouldn't want it any other way. If we were all the same life would be boring. I understand that you dislike having your picture taken I hate it too. I sometimes think that is why I do what I do. If I'm behind the camera, I can't be in the shots." She said, shrugging her shoulders.
She's beautiful why wouldn't she want her picture taken? That doesn't make sense. She does seem to understand though. Maybe she doesn't see me as a freak; maybe my being different really doesn't matter to her. Is that even possible? He thought, looking at her intently then looking away.
"Let's try it this way." She said. "Pretend these pictures are not of you. Look at them objectively. I know it won't be easy for you, it wouldn't be for me either, but can we try?"
Nodding slowly, he looked at her again.
He doesn't think he can do it. But he's willing to try for me. She realized, seeing his gaze and the way he was holding himself.
Beginning again, they went through the pictures. It was still a struggle, but in the end the pile going to Vince was the greater majority of the shots.
"Good," She said, when they'd finally finished. "Do you still want to go to the gym? It's pretty late." She asked.
Not really, he thought. I'd rather sit right here beside you. But I have to; need to get back in shape.
Nodding with reluctance, he stood up.
Standing up herself she said, "Ok, let's hit it."
Going down to the gym she turned to him and said, "You know you're a real slave driver. Work, work and more work, don't you ever relax?"
Kane stopped and looked at her with his head cocked. She doesn't have to go too. I don't want to force her to.
"Oh come on Kane," She said. "Movies, skating, or even a walk; surely you do something for fun?"
Oh, that's what she means by slave driver. Not that I'm making her work. I've never done those things. Those are things 'normal' people do and I'm not 'normal'. First father decided what I'd do. Then with DX public places were too hard "Cramped their style." He thought shaking his head no. He thought.
"We'll have to do something about that then." She said, running her hand down his arm. "Now let's get that workout." She added, walking ahead of him.
What does she mean? Does she want to do those things with me? Actually be seen in public with me? He thought wishfully.
Looking back, she saw Kane still standing in the same place staring at her.
What's up with him? She thought idly.
"Come on big guy, it's getting late." She said, looking at her watch. "It's almost midnight already. Good thing we don't work tomorrow."
Shaking his head as if to clear, it he began walking toward her.
Going into the gym they began their workouts. She went to upper body and he went to lower.
Good, she thought. This way we won't get in each other's way and since his workout is longer I'll be done so I can spot him.
She's beautiful he thought every time that he looked over at her as she worked. She works hard but she's not all muscle, instead she's sleek and toned. He thought, surprised that his thoughts would go in that direction.
He's absolutely incredible. She thought looking over at him yet again. So perfect, how can he not know?
Finishing up, she began setting the plates to his weight for the bench press.
"Hey big guy, you haven't changed your weight again have you?" She asked.
Shaking his head, he continued with his curls. Sitting down she just watched him, entranced by the sight of him.
Why is she staring at me like that? It's like she's completely zoned out. He wondered.
Getting up, he walked toward her.
Almost done. He reminded himself. Don't let her see that you're hurting; it's nearly over for tonight.
He's so graceful for a big man. He should be slow and awkward but he's not. She thought. He's really hurting, but why is he trying to hide it from me?
As he lay down on the bench, she stepped forward, taking the spotter's position. Standing above him she watched him work. She could see his muscles ripple and flex as he went through his reps.
Tori was an idiot to let him get away. She thought, her hands itching to touch him.
What is she staring at? He wondered, looking up at her.
Watching him she thought, pay attention you can't let him go too far.
J.J. was keeping her eyes on him. She looked for signs of struggle, as he moved into his third set. She saw him beginning to falter but kept her hands at her sides.
Not too soon. She thought.
Finally seeing him really beginning to fight, she took hold of the bar and helped him rack it.
Closing his eyes against the pain, Kane sat up.
Oh that hurts. He thought, fighting to breathe normally.
Damn it you let him go too far. She thought, watching him sit up in obvious pain. You have to do something to ease his pain or he won't get any sleep tonight.
Kane got up, trying to move as normally as possible.
Can't let her see I'm hurting. She'll think I'm weak. He thought, still trying to control his breathing.
Walking out of the gym together, she saw that the gift shop was still open.
Must be open twenty-four hours she thought. That's great. She thought happily.
"Kane wait here a minute would you? I'll be right back." She said.
Nodding, Kane stood by the elevators.
Where is she going? He wondered, seeing her going toward the gift shop.
I hope they have it. She thought entering the shop.
Going to the toiletries she saw it immediately. Picking up a couple of bottles she sniffed their contents. The decided on the sandalwood
He shouldn't hate this sent too much. She thought smiling.
What's taking her so long? He wondered rubbing his sides. I really need a shower to ease this pain.
Signing for her purchase, she walked quickly back to Kane.
Kane pointed to the bag and cocked his head.
"You'll see." She said smiling.
Getting upstairs, he stopped at her door. J.J. kept walking to his. Looking at her for a moment Kane joined her and opened his door.
She must need the pictures back, but she could have waited until tomorrow. He thought.
Stepping inside, he went to the table and picked up the pictures. Turning around he saw that she'd come in and closed the door.
What's she doing now? He wondered.
Walking further into the room she said, "I know your hurting Kane. You're doing a pretty good job of hiding it, but I can still tell."
Crossing his arms over his chest he stiffened, ignoring the added pain it caused.
He didn't think I'd notice. He's actually upset that I did. How can I help him without making him think I see him as weak? J.J. wondered.
"I just can't stand to see you hurting." She said. "I wanted to help if I could."
Reaching into the bag, she pulled out the bottle.
"I was thinking of giving you another backrub if you'll let me. It seemed to help last night." She said, holding up the bottle.
She wants to give me another massage? That would feel so good. He thought, nodding after a moment.
"Good," she said. "Why don't you go take a shower? That will help you relax some. I'll just have a drink if that's ok."
She wants me to shower with her here! He thought, turning red.
I can't believe he's embarrassed. She thought in amazement, when she saw his neck turning red. .
"Don't worry big guy I promise I won't peek." She said, almost laughing.
Of course she won't peek. She doesn't want to see my face any more than Tori did. He thought, turning even redder.
Now he's even more upset. This must really bother him. She thought with wonder.
"If it really bothers you, I can wait in my room and you can call me when you're done." She said shrugging.
Shaking his head no, Kane gathered what he'd need and went into the bathroom. Sitting on the couch she stared at the bathroom door.
Don't even think about it. She said to herself.
She sat there trying and failing to keep her mind off the fact that he was just on other side of that door naked.
Enough! She berated herself.
Standing under the spray, Kane thought about her just outside. He showered quickly trying to allow the water to relax him. Drying himself he dressed in sweats and a long sleeved shirt. He brushed his hair then slipped on his mask.
I'm as ready as I'm going to be. He thought, taking a deep breath as he reached to open the door.
"That was fast." She said, as he came out of the bathroom.
He showered too quickly for it to have helped any. My being her must have disturbed him. J.J. thought.
"Did it help?" She asked.
Nodding, Kane got a bottle of water and sat down on the other end of the couch. Looking at him she could see he was still tense and sore.
Now, all I have to do is get him to take off his shirt so I can give a decent massage. J.J. thought, knowing her work was cut out for her.
"Go ahead and look at it." She said when she saw him looking at the bottle.
Sandalwood? He thought reading the bottle.
Opening the bottle he sniffed the contents.
Not bad, I thought it would stink. He thought.
Closing the bottle, he put it down.
"Do you like it?" J.J. asked.
Kane nodded his approval.
Moving closer J.J. put her hand on Kane's knee.
"We can do your massage one of two ways." She said. "We can do it like last night through your shirt… " She paused, afraid of how he'd react. "Or we can use the oil. But in order to do that, you'd have to take your shirt off. I think the massage would help more if we used the oil." She felt him stiffen immediately.
Take off my shirt! She'll see my scars. He thought, becoming alarmed by the thought. They're not as bad as my face but they're bad. She'll leave if she sees them. What should I do?
"Kane the choice is yours. I can see that the thought of taking of your shirt is uncomfortable for you and no matter what you decide I'll understand. If you'd rather forget the whole thing Kane that is ok too." She sat quietly awaiting his answer, never removing her hand from his knee.
I'd really like that massage. Her hands felt so good yesterday. It would probably feel even better with the oil. Besides she thinks using the oil would work better and the backrub really helped the pain a lot last night. He thought, trying to come to some decision.
Putting his hand on top of hers, he nodded then got up.
She watched him stand and close his eyes for a moment.
He's really unsure about this. She thought.
Taking a deep breath, he began to remove his shirt. Then sitting back down he looked away.
What now? He thought, unable to look at her. She's not saying anything; she must be horrified by my scars and doesn't know what to do.
Seeing her get up he thought, she's leaving, I knew she would.
Getting up she gathered some towels and after turning down the covers laid them on the bed.
"Ok big guy face down on the bed." She said smiling.
The bed! She wants me on the bed! His mind shouted.
"It's the only way unless you'd rather lie on the floor. But I think the bed would be more comfortable." She added, when she saw his hesitation.
She's right; the bed would be a lot more comfortable. He thought, getting up off the couch.
Lying down on the bed as instructed, he waited nervously for her next move.
He's simply gorgeous. She thought, looking down at him. This is going to kill me. But it'll be a pleasant death.
Lying there waiting, he could feel himself blushing.
This was a really bad idea. He thought.
She climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside his hips. Reaching up she brought his arms down putting his hands palm up on the bed, then leaning down near his ear.
"Relax, I promise it will be ok." She whispered.
Sitting back up, she poured some of the oil into her hand and rubbed her hands together. Reaching up she began to massage his neck. Feeling his muscles jump and twitch under her hands she realized he was trembling.
Mmm he thought that feels great and the oil smells good.
"Big guy you're really tense, am I hurting you?" She asked.
Kane shook his head slightly.
"Good," She said. "Now just try to relax."
Moving to his shoulders, she was having trouble getting a good angle.
"Kane, I'm having trouble getting the angle that I need. Would it hurt you if I sat on your legs?" She asked, unsure of how he'd react.
Do what you need to he thought just don't stop it feels so good.
He answered with a slight shake of his head.
Leaning on the bed, she brought her leg over his thighs. Not really putting any weight on them. Reaching forward she began to rub his shoulders.
Oh man, I thought I was in heaven yesterday but this is pure bliss. He thought, with a sigh.
Slowly moving down his back and sides she gently kneaded the muscles. She continued adding more oil when she needed to.
Remember to ease up if he stiffens, his ribs are still not healed. She reminded herself.
She felt his muscles begin to relax.
I love the feel of him in my hands. She thought amazed at how good it felt. At least he's stopped trembling.
Shifting her position further down on his thighs she began working his lower back. Folding the top of his sweats down to get further down she felt him shift a little beneath her.
That feels so good. He thought, feeling himself getting drowsy.
What's she doing now? He wondered, as he felt her fold down the waist of his pants.
Why'd she do that? He thought shifting slightly, feeling her continue to massage him he relaxed again.
Leaning forward she put his arms up with his hands by his head. Pushing up from his lower back in long smooth strokes she continued to work his back.
Man my legs are getting sore. I'm sure he wouldn't mind holding my weight for just a little while. She thought, easing her weight down onto his legs.
Sliding her hands up his back again, she began to work his neck.
Feeling her breasts brushing against his back, he began to harden.
Oh, no not this. She's just trying to help you. She'll never talk to you again if she finds out you can't control yourself. Think about something else. He told himself.
Reaching forward, she could feel her breasts brush against his back her nipples hardening.
Stop it! She berated herself. He's going to think you're trying to jump him.
Changing her position again, she continued working, making sure she didn't rub against him again.
Better he thought, as he softened. She wouldn't want you anyway and I don't want her to hate me.
"Ok big guy, time to turn over so I can work on your ribs." She said, moving off his legs. "Kane?"
Moving forward, she saw he'd fallen asleep. Pulling the covers up she turned out the bedside light.
"Guess I'll do the same." She said, to herself going to gather her things.
Where's my jacket? She wondered looking around the room. Oh shit it's in my room and my keys in the pocket. Looking over at Kane then back at the couch she thought Screw it, he won't mind if I crash on his couch. I'll deal with getting back into my room in the morning.
Taking off her bra she grabbed one of the spare pillows and a blanket. Curling up on the couch she was asleep in no time.
No he thought running through the burning house. So hot have to get out.
Thrashing in the bed he rolled from one side of the bed to the other.
It hurts oh god mom make it stop please.
Running again he tried to escape the flames and the pain.
Rolling over again he flung his arm out knocking over the bedside lamp.
"Huh," J.J. exclaimed, sitting up quickly. "What the hell was that?" She muttered looking around.
As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she saw Kane. Seeing him roll quickly over she realized that he must have knocked something over. Getting up she crossed to the bed. Kane was lying on his right side twitching and jerking in his sleep. Reaching down she began to stroke his shoulder.
"Kane wake up. Kane?" She said sternly.
Jeez I hope he doesn't react like I did. He could kill me. She thought, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
Kane stayed tense, gasping for breath with his hands clutching reflexively.
Still stroking his back, she thought, there has to be something I can do, some way to calm him. I don't want to just shake him he could react badly to that.
Sliding her hand into his she began singing a Jo Dee Messina song called 'Bring on the Rain' as she continued to slide her hand up and down his back.
OOOhhh another day and almost come and gone
I can't image what else could go wrong.
Sometimes I'd like to hide away somewhere and lock the door.
A single battle lost but not the war.
Cause tomorrows another day
And I'm thirsty anyway,
So bring on the rain.
It's almost like the hard times circle round
A couple drops and they all start coming down.
Yeah I might feel defeated and I may hang my head.
I might be barely breathing but I'm not dead, no.
Cause tomorrows another day
And I'm thirsty anyway,
So bring on the rain.
Ohhh No I'm not gonna let it get me down, I'm not gonna cry
And I'm not gonna lose any sleep tonight.
Cause tomorrows another day and I am not afraid
So bring on the rain.
Cause tomorrows another day
And I'm thirsty anyway,
So bring on the rain.
Ohhh No I'm not gonna let it get me down.
There's the singing again he thought in the dream. Concentrate on the sound. He told himself.
As she sang, she could feel him beginning to relax.
Good it's working. She thought happily.
Following the voice in his dream, the heat began to subside till it and the flames were gone.
Closing her eyes, she kept singing and running her hand up and down his spine.
Beginning to wake up he realized the voice was real. Then he felt her hand in his.
She stopped the nightmare. He thought, enjoying the feel of her hand on his back.
Closing his hand over hers, he fought the urge to move.
I don't want her to stop. He thought.
Holding her hand, he closed his eyes listening as she continued to sing.
Finishing the song she realized that he'd stopped, that he was relaxed and sleeping quietly. Standing up she tried to move away.
No he thought, alarmed that she was leaving.
He closed his hand more tightly to keep her from going.
What? I thought he was asleep. She thought when his hand gripped hers.
"Kane, its ok honey. You had a nightmare it's over now. Please let go and go back to sleep." She said softly.
Opening his eyes he looked up at her without loosening his grip, he shook his head no.
Please don't go! Sit with me just a little longer. He thought, pulling her hand against his chest.
"Do you want me to stay until you fall asleep?" She asked.
Nodding, Kane pushed himself toward the center of the bed.
As she sat down his grip relaxed but only a little. Sitting quietly beside him she had no urge to chatter. Instead she rubbed the hand holding hers, gently stroking his fingers and wrist.
He'll be asleep soon. She thought, stifling a yawn. He'd better be or I'm going to fall asleep sitting up.
She woke, feeling something semi-hard and very warm beneath her head.
What? She thought groggily opening her eyes. Where am I?
Then she remembered. Oh shit I fell asleep.
She was lying on Kane's chest, with her arm and leg draped across him. A strong arm wrapping around her waist stopped her trying to get up. Reaching back she tried to move Kane's arm, only to feel it tighten holding her down.
Waking slightly when he felt someone grab his arm, he tightened his grip.
If this is a dream, I don't want to wake up. He thought feeling J.J.'s body draped over his chest and side. I want to stay right here, like this, forever.
"Kane," she said. "Big guy you have to let go, I need to get up."
Rolling toward her, he wrapped his other arm around her and pulled her tight against his chest.
No he thought I'm not letting go.
"Kane," She said in a soft whisper. "I have to go."
I don't want to move either, but my bladder has other ideas. She thought sadly.
Opening his eyes, he looked into hers for the first time.
My god they're beautiful just like her. He thought.
Shit my glasses! She thought, turning away.
"Kane, I have to use the bathroom so you need to let go now." She said.
Why'd she turn away like that? Is she mad about last night? Idiot you wouldn't let go wouldn't let her leave. She has every right to be angry. He berated himself, as he reluctantly released her.
Climbing out of the bed, she turned and picked up her sunglasses before going into the bathroom.
She's going to hate you now. You really messed it up. Now you'll be completely alone again. Kane thought, sadly sitting up he put his head in his hands.
Coming out of the bathroom, she saw Kane sitting on the edge of the bed. He was holding his head in his hands.
Is he ok? She wondered.
Walking over, she knelt in front of him. Reaching up she took his hands, tugging on them gently until he uncovered his face.
Oh, he's really hurt. She thought, seeing the pain in his eyes. What did I do to hurt him? She wondered, saddened by the thought.
"Kane please tell me what's wrong. What did I do?" She asked quietly, holding his hands in hers.
Shaking his head, he looked away.