Chapter Two
Sara's eyes remained fixed on his retreating form, taking in every aspect of the man that had rescued her. From the curls of his hair down to his bow-legged walk. She smiled faintly at the sight, burning the image into her memory, of Gil Grissom.
Her attention was drawn back to the man standing next to her as he laid his hand on her arm. "Sara?"
"Umm, Ken, Hi. I couldn't get the drinks. There were too many people, I got bumped and spilled the coins. I'm sorry." Her eyes darted to his.
Ken squinted from the bright sunshine as he looked to where she, just a few moments before, had been staring. A look of realization soon appeared. He knew they had come down for Spring Break together but not really 'together'. They had had sex together, more than once, but neither of them had expectations of it going any further. 'Sara's a great girl but we have way too different lives.' A smile began to play up on his face as he took in her countenance. 'Maybe this guy will be her...vacation.' She was looking in the direction of that guy again. Waiting for her to turn back, he finally said, "Nah, that's alright Sara, I'm going to go back to the rooms then head out with Mark and Tom. Meet back up later?"
Sara nodded distantly. Her mind still on the man she had encountered. It suddenly hit her that Ken had walked off in the direction of the Hotel. Smiling at what he had said, she wondered if he had an inclination about what she was thinking about. 'We don't have anything exclusive.' Sara slowly walked toward the beach and remained there most of the day as she walked along the shore, ignoring the yells from girls she knew from school. As she walked, images of 'him' continuously invaded her thoughts.
Later that night, she arrived back at her room after having a quick bite and settled in with her new book, having no desire to romp around with the others, drinking and being goofy. She had decided that the seminar was something she couldn't afford not to attend. 'I have to see him again.'
It was three in the morning when Ken got back to his room, knowing full well that Sara was already there and asleep. He approached the bed and studied her sleeping form. 'She's a beautiful woman, Ken.' He smiled as he sat next to her on the bed, pushing a lock of her hair away from her eyes. 'But she needs this.'
Sara's eyes fluttered open, taking in the sight of Ken watching her. "Hey, what are you doing?"
"Waiting for you to wake up." He moved to the side a little to allow her more room as she sat up. "I wanted to talk."
Sara tilted her head in consideration of her lover and friend. "Talk, about what?"
"I think I'm going to stay with the guys in their room. Give you some, space."
"Space? What do you mean?" Sara was still trying to wake up and wasn't fully understanding him.
"I just think you and he have something to explore together, and I don't want to be the one to hold you back." He could tell she was having a hard time trying to piece his words together. "That guy, from earlier today. I think you like him. And I think you should take a chance and meet him again."
Sara shook her head for a moment as she tried to take this in. "You're saying that you want me to try and go out with him?"
"Yeah. You seemed attracted to each other and we, well, we don't have anything going on here that is exclusive. We both know that." He saw the shocked look on her face although it was quickly becoming one of relief. "Sara, we also both know that this casual thing we have isn't going anywhere. We're down here to have fun and I think you should, but if I'm around I don't think you will let yourself."
Sara could only stare at the young man beside her. She wanted to go to the seminar but didn't know if she really could do that with Ken around. She wasn't one to cheat and in her mind that's what it would be. "Umm, Ken. Thanks. I don't really know what to say." She watched the smile creep up his face and knew just how good she had it. He was a good friend and always would be. "But, Ken, you don't have to stay with the guys. We can still share this room. It does have two beds."
Ken chuckled. "Sara, do you really think that I want to walk in on you with that guy. We may not be exclusive, but, hey, I do have my pride."
Sara laughed, her face was beet-red but she laughed nonetheless. "Ken! I can't believe you said that."
"What?"
"That I, we, geez, we barely know each other's names. What makes you think we would be going that far?"
It was Ken's turn to laugh. "Because Sara, the way you were drooling after him, of course that's what I would think."
He barely got the words out as a pillow smacked him in the face. Muffled shouts could soon be heard down the hall. If anyone had heard them they would have wondered about it.
After several minutes of throwing pillows at each other and knocking the other senseless. They laid back on the bed, gulping deep breaths of air. Then the laughter settled in.
Ken looked over at the disheveled mess he knew was actually Sara Sidle then turned over on his side, propping himself up on his elbow. "Sara, really, I'll stay with the guys. There's plenty of room."
"No, Ken, you can stay here. Besides, he's only visiting too. He's got a room at the Wyndham, I'm sure if 'anything' were to come out of our chance meeting, it would happen there."
That got the reaction she expected. Ken rolled over onto his back choking back the long gales of laughter as she started pounding him again with the pillow.
The next morning, Sara found herself waking up next to her friend. 'He didn't even get out of his clothes, the knothead.' She swung her head back to look at the clock on the night stand and stared at the clock. It was ten in the morning and the seminar would be at two. 'Plenty of time.' She turned back over and fell back to sleep, dreaming sweetly about the man with the bright blue eyes, Gil Grissom.
Sara's eyes remained fixed on his retreating form, taking in every aspect of the man that had rescued her. From the curls of his hair down to his bow-legged walk. She smiled faintly at the sight, burning the image into her memory, of Gil Grissom.
Her attention was drawn back to the man standing next to her as he laid his hand on her arm. "Sara?"
"Umm, Ken, Hi. I couldn't get the drinks. There were too many people, I got bumped and spilled the coins. I'm sorry." Her eyes darted to his.
Ken squinted from the bright sunshine as he looked to where she, just a few moments before, had been staring. A look of realization soon appeared. He knew they had come down for Spring Break together but not really 'together'. They had had sex together, more than once, but neither of them had expectations of it going any further. 'Sara's a great girl but we have way too different lives.' A smile began to play up on his face as he took in her countenance. 'Maybe this guy will be her...vacation.' She was looking in the direction of that guy again. Waiting for her to turn back, he finally said, "Nah, that's alright Sara, I'm going to go back to the rooms then head out with Mark and Tom. Meet back up later?"
Sara nodded distantly. Her mind still on the man she had encountered. It suddenly hit her that Ken had walked off in the direction of the Hotel. Smiling at what he had said, she wondered if he had an inclination about what she was thinking about. 'We don't have anything exclusive.' Sara slowly walked toward the beach and remained there most of the day as she walked along the shore, ignoring the yells from girls she knew from school. As she walked, images of 'him' continuously invaded her thoughts.
Later that night, she arrived back at her room after having a quick bite and settled in with her new book, having no desire to romp around with the others, drinking and being goofy. She had decided that the seminar was something she couldn't afford not to attend. 'I have to see him again.'
It was three in the morning when Ken got back to his room, knowing full well that Sara was already there and asleep. He approached the bed and studied her sleeping form. 'She's a beautiful woman, Ken.' He smiled as he sat next to her on the bed, pushing a lock of her hair away from her eyes. 'But she needs this.'
Sara's eyes fluttered open, taking in the sight of Ken watching her. "Hey, what are you doing?"
"Waiting for you to wake up." He moved to the side a little to allow her more room as she sat up. "I wanted to talk."
Sara tilted her head in consideration of her lover and friend. "Talk, about what?"
"I think I'm going to stay with the guys in their room. Give you some, space."
"Space? What do you mean?" Sara was still trying to wake up and wasn't fully understanding him.
"I just think you and he have something to explore together, and I don't want to be the one to hold you back." He could tell she was having a hard time trying to piece his words together. "That guy, from earlier today. I think you like him. And I think you should take a chance and meet him again."
Sara shook her head for a moment as she tried to take this in. "You're saying that you want me to try and go out with him?"
"Yeah. You seemed attracted to each other and we, well, we don't have anything going on here that is exclusive. We both know that." He saw the shocked look on her face although it was quickly becoming one of relief. "Sara, we also both know that this casual thing we have isn't going anywhere. We're down here to have fun and I think you should, but if I'm around I don't think you will let yourself."
Sara could only stare at the young man beside her. She wanted to go to the seminar but didn't know if she really could do that with Ken around. She wasn't one to cheat and in her mind that's what it would be. "Umm, Ken. Thanks. I don't really know what to say." She watched the smile creep up his face and knew just how good she had it. He was a good friend and always would be. "But, Ken, you don't have to stay with the guys. We can still share this room. It does have two beds."
Ken chuckled. "Sara, do you really think that I want to walk in on you with that guy. We may not be exclusive, but, hey, I do have my pride."
Sara laughed, her face was beet-red but she laughed nonetheless. "Ken! I can't believe you said that."
"What?"
"That I, we, geez, we barely know each other's names. What makes you think we would be going that far?"
It was Ken's turn to laugh. "Because Sara, the way you were drooling after him, of course that's what I would think."
He barely got the words out as a pillow smacked him in the face. Muffled shouts could soon be heard down the hall. If anyone had heard them they would have wondered about it.
After several minutes of throwing pillows at each other and knocking the other senseless. They laid back on the bed, gulping deep breaths of air. Then the laughter settled in.
Ken looked over at the disheveled mess he knew was actually Sara Sidle then turned over on his side, propping himself up on his elbow. "Sara, really, I'll stay with the guys. There's plenty of room."
"No, Ken, you can stay here. Besides, he's only visiting too. He's got a room at the Wyndham, I'm sure if 'anything' were to come out of our chance meeting, it would happen there."
That got the reaction she expected. Ken rolled over onto his back choking back the long gales of laughter as she started pounding him again with the pillow.
The next morning, Sara found herself waking up next to her friend. 'He didn't even get out of his clothes, the knothead.' She swung her head back to look at the clock on the night stand and stared at the clock. It was ten in the morning and the seminar would be at two. 'Plenty of time.' She turned back over and fell back to sleep, dreaming sweetly about the man with the bright blue eyes, Gil Grissom.