Author's Note: Thanks for all the feedback over the weekend guys! I hear you loud and clear. You don't like short chapters. So, since this chapter is short, I'm posting two so hopefully you won't be disappointed. Enjoy, and keep in touch.
What a long freakin' week this has been! In retrospect, my life would be so much simpler if I had delivered him that knee to the throat on Monday night. Everything has changed. He's changed. He's either giving me the cold shoulder or trying to light my fire. There's no comfortable in between. There's no comfortable anything when we're around each other.
He rarely talks to me except when we're in public, and he
does so then only because his job and his life depend on it. And when we are out, his kisses are
different. More frequent, and the kind
that can't be shown until after 9:00 on network TV. He touches me differently too.
More frequent. More sexual. More possessive. If I didn't like him so much, I would have kicked his ass by
Wednesday.
That's right, I like him.
Dammit, I like him. When he
touches me or kisses me in public like that, I like it. It makes my heart beat faster and the next
thing I know I'm picturing him naked.
But, don't get me wrong… it still makes me mad that he's doing it.
And speaking of him being naked, now all of a sudden, he's
taken to sleeping only in boxer shorts.
So here I am, lying in bed as close to the edge as I can and he's curled
up next to me – spooning me. I've
confronted him about this several times this week, but he claims that he's
sleeping through it all… that he's not doing it on purpose.
The clock says 3:30.
I've got to get out of here.
There's no way I can get any sleep like this. I get out of bed and slink into the bathroom. Close the door. Flip on light.
Eeeek! Is that me in the mirror? I look like hell! I guess that's what four nights without sleep will do to you.
What I really want to do is take a cold shower, but I
can't. That would give him too much
satisfaction. Splash some cold water on
my face. Retreat to the living room,
leaving bathroom light on and bathroom door open. I hope it wakes the jerk up.
Flop on couch, remote in hand. All I need is a little distraction. But instead of distracting me, channel surfing is actually making
things worse! All romantic comedies,
sexy music videos, and infomercials for Boflex. I turn off the TV when even Spock in an old Star Trek rerun is
starting to look sexy.
I've got to get myself together, and there's only one way to do that now. I'll call Eric as soon as the sun is up.