find something to cover myself up. I decide to take a leap of faith an d open the door just far enough so that I can peek through the gap.
It’s a bedroom with a wooden wall, a big cozy bed in the middle, and a mirror to the side. There’s a closet in the wall, and next to it are a couple of thick muddy boots lying on the floor. It smells like aftershave in here.
My god. This is his room.
I scan the bedroom to see if it’s clear, and then I sneak inside. I bolt toward the closet and rummage inside. What I find surprises me, though. On the floor is a box with pink skirts and black tank tops that are just my size. Why does Jack have women’s clothes? Delving through the box, I find a framed picture. It reminds me of the night I found Jack with a picture in his hands, lying on the couch. It’s the same woman on it, only a different photograph.
It’s not my business. I shouldn’t be looking at this. It’s probably something he wants to keep secret, and if he does want to tell me, I guess I should wait for that.
Shrugging, I put on one of the tops that I actually fit into. I hear something creak behind me, and I turn around. Startled, I shriek. Jack’s here.
Lucky one of the towels is still covering my lower part, otherwise he would’ve seen something I’m not proud of.
“Shit, sorry. I didn’t know you went in here,” he says. He immediately puts his hand in front of his eyes. “What are you doing in here?” he asks, slightly confused.
“I uh … I didn’ t bring any clean clothes, and I didn’t want to run across the hall butt naked, so I thought I’d grab some of yours.” I stammer. “I mean not yours, but the ones I found here.”
“Yeah, I could see that,” he says, and he comes toward me. “And more.” The grin on his face makes heat pool in my belly.
With flushed cheeks I back away from the closet, feeling embarrassed. He finds his way to the closet and grabs a pair of lounge pants hanging from the rack. “Here, take this.” With his eyes still closed he holds it out to me and waits for me to take it, and then he closes the closet door behind him. He keeps standing there, though, as if he’s protecting it from unwanted visitors like me.
I gulp and take the pants from his hands. Damn, I wonder why he doesn’t want me to see what’s inside the closet.
“Thanks,” I say , and I quickly put on the lounge pants.
“Don’t mention it. Keep it if you like.”
I smile, but I know he can’t see it. He’s still standing there, arms crossed, guarding the closet door. I wonder what’s making him so defensive, but I guess it’s not my place to argue about it right now, so I turn around and walk out the door.
***
I’m lying in bed, but I can’t sleep. My brain is still too active. I’m pondering about what to do now that I know this could be a new life for me. Should I take this chance? Should I just take a leap of faith and go for it? On the other hand, there’s no guarantee Jack actually wants me on the long run. Maybe he’s just confused about what he wants, as I am.
Singing is something I miss , too. I want my voice to reach people. I want to be somebody. Go places. Meet people. Make them want to hear my music and love it. I doubt this is the place to do it. I can’t imagine anyone getting a musical career in this desolated place.
I sigh and turn around on my other side. What should I do? I can’t just stumble into it. I really have to go for it, but I doubt my own decisions constantly. There’s so much going on right now. And then there’s the fact that I’m still not over Ronnie, even though I hate myself for it. I promised to God I would forget about him, but all I can think of is him kissing other girls. He’s probably having the time of his life now, finally being free of me.
Frowning, I get up and sit on the edge of the bed. My thoughts are jumbled , and there’s no way I’m going to catch a good night sleep right now.
I stand up, open the door, and
It’s a bedroom with a wooden wall, a big cozy bed in the middle, and a mirror to the side. There’s a closet in the wall, and next to it are a couple of thick muddy boots lying on the floor. It smells like aftershave in here.
My god. This is his room.
I scan the bedroom to see if it’s clear, and then I sneak inside. I bolt toward the closet and rummage inside. What I find surprises me, though. On the floor is a box with pink skirts and black tank tops that are just my size. Why does Jack have women’s clothes? Delving through the box, I find a framed picture. It reminds me of the night I found Jack with a picture in his hands, lying on the couch. It’s the same woman on it, only a different photograph.
It’s not my business. I shouldn’t be looking at this. It’s probably something he wants to keep secret, and if he does want to tell me, I guess I should wait for that.
Shrugging, I put on one of the tops that I actually fit into. I hear something creak behind me, and I turn around. Startled, I shriek. Jack’s here.
Lucky one of the towels is still covering my lower part, otherwise he would’ve seen something I’m not proud of.
“Shit, sorry. I didn’t know you went in here,” he says. He immediately puts his hand in front of his eyes. “What are you doing in here?” he asks, slightly confused.
“I uh … I didn’ t bring any clean clothes, and I didn’t want to run across the hall butt naked, so I thought I’d grab some of yours.” I stammer. “I mean not yours, but the ones I found here.”
“Yeah, I could see that,” he says, and he comes toward me. “And more.” The grin on his face makes heat pool in my belly.
With flushed cheeks I back away from the closet, feeling embarrassed. He finds his way to the closet and grabs a pair of lounge pants hanging from the rack. “Here, take this.” With his eyes still closed he holds it out to me and waits for me to take it, and then he closes the closet door behind him. He keeps standing there, though, as if he’s protecting it from unwanted visitors like me.
I gulp and take the pants from his hands. Damn, I wonder why he doesn’t want me to see what’s inside the closet.
“Thanks,” I say , and I quickly put on the lounge pants.
“Don’t mention it. Keep it if you like.”
I smile, but I know he can’t see it. He’s still standing there, arms crossed, guarding the closet door. I wonder what’s making him so defensive, but I guess it’s not my place to argue about it right now, so I turn around and walk out the door.
***
I’m lying in bed, but I can’t sleep. My brain is still too active. I’m pondering about what to do now that I know this could be a new life for me. Should I take this chance? Should I just take a leap of faith and go for it? On the other hand, there’s no guarantee Jack actually wants me on the long run. Maybe he’s just confused about what he wants, as I am.
Singing is something I miss , too. I want my voice to reach people. I want to be somebody. Go places. Meet people. Make them want to hear my music and love it. I doubt this is the place to do it. I can’t imagine anyone getting a musical career in this desolated place.
I sigh and turn around on my other side. What should I do? I can’t just stumble into it. I really have to go for it, but I doubt my own decisions constantly. There’s so much going on right now. And then there’s the fact that I’m still not over Ronnie, even though I hate myself for it. I promised to God I would forget about him, but all I can think of is him kissing other girls. He’s probably having the time of his life now, finally being free of me.
Frowning, I get up and sit on the edge of the bed. My thoughts are jumbled , and there’s no way I’m going to catch a good night sleep right now.
I stand up, open the door, and
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