to do that” he told me as he finally finished, collapsing in a heap on the couch, pulling my legs onto his lap. I looked up at him from where I lay on the couch, too exhausted to even contemplate getting up.
“Me too. I thought I’d gotten over you after everything that happened between us ten years ago. I thought I’d moved on. But when I came here and saw you once again, I knew I hadn’t.”
“I thought I’d moved on too. I wasn’t lying, ten years ago. I did love you, but you were fifteen. I knew there was no way I could act on that. It wouldn’t have been fair to you. But hey, this is a pretty deep conversation to be having now, so why don’t we just lay here and enjoy this for a while?”
“Sounds good” I replied, and that’s exactly what I did. We lay there in silence for a while, the only noise in the room that of the old Kung-Fu movie that had started a while ago, on low volume. I closed my eyes, savouring this moment, knowing it would eventually have to end.
Finally, I got up and went to have a shower. As the hot water flowed over me, I thought about what had just happened. This was exactly what I’d wanted. For a long time. And now that it was over, I wondered if it was ever going to happen again. I assumed it wouldn’t. This had to just be a one-time thing, didn’t it?
We didn’t speak about it when I got out of the shower. Instead, we kept the conversation light. John was waiting for me in the car outside, and I left, Jonathan kissing me on the cheek. “I’m glad we did this” he told me. I smiled. “Me too” I replied as I got into the car and drove off.
Chapter Eleven
When I got back home, I went straight to bed, but I lay staring at the ceiling for a while, wondering about what was going to happen between me and Jonathan.
Obviously, in a perfect world, we would get together, be together forever and get married. That wasn’t even close to realistic though. More likely, we would have to go back to being professional with each other, and pretend that tonight never happened. I smiled as I thought back to what Jonathan had made me feel. It had been absolutely incredible. Never in my life had I experienced sex like that. It was like a whole new level. I fell asleep reliving the moments, reliving every tiny touch of my body, reliving his taste, his scent, his everything.
Sure enough, the next day when I accompanied the band to another magazine interview, Jonathan pretended like nothing had happened, although he did shoot me a knowing smile which made me blush slightly. I still didn’t know where we were going, but I liked where we’d gone.
Unfortunately, later that afternoon as I was buying groceries for dinner, I discovered that the gossip magazines had decided where Jonathan and I were going.
“KNIGHT FINDS HIS PRINCESS”
“A KNIGHT’S ROMANCE”
“JONATHANS SECRET LOVER”
These headlines and more stared at me from the magazine section by the checkout counter as I went to buy my things. I stopped and stared. It was completely unbelievable. That was me! Me! On the cover of these magazines! The photos had obviously been taken the night before, with Jonathan holding my wrist and ushering me into The Oak restaurant.
I suddenly began to feel dizzy. Thoughts swirled through my head. Was this really happening to me? Did they really have to choose such an unflattering photo? Oh my God, I’m on the cover of a magazine to be distributed nationally! My mom is going to see it the next time she goes to buy milk!
I was hit with the urge to sit down on the floor and cry. I knew there were thousands of women out there who would kill to be on the cover of a gossip magazine, but I wasn’t one of them. I was just an ordinary woman, from a small town in Ohio. I didn’t belong on this cover. I didn’t want everyone thinking I was with Jonathan. This was crazy! How did this happen?
Realizing I had to get out of there, I quickly paid for my groceries and headed home. The instant I
“Me too. I thought I’d gotten over you after everything that happened between us ten years ago. I thought I’d moved on. But when I came here and saw you once again, I knew I hadn’t.”
“I thought I’d moved on too. I wasn’t lying, ten years ago. I did love you, but you were fifteen. I knew there was no way I could act on that. It wouldn’t have been fair to you. But hey, this is a pretty deep conversation to be having now, so why don’t we just lay here and enjoy this for a while?”
“Sounds good” I replied, and that’s exactly what I did. We lay there in silence for a while, the only noise in the room that of the old Kung-Fu movie that had started a while ago, on low volume. I closed my eyes, savouring this moment, knowing it would eventually have to end.
Finally, I got up and went to have a shower. As the hot water flowed over me, I thought about what had just happened. This was exactly what I’d wanted. For a long time. And now that it was over, I wondered if it was ever going to happen again. I assumed it wouldn’t. This had to just be a one-time thing, didn’t it?
We didn’t speak about it when I got out of the shower. Instead, we kept the conversation light. John was waiting for me in the car outside, and I left, Jonathan kissing me on the cheek. “I’m glad we did this” he told me. I smiled. “Me too” I replied as I got into the car and drove off.
Chapter Eleven
When I got back home, I went straight to bed, but I lay staring at the ceiling for a while, wondering about what was going to happen between me and Jonathan.
Obviously, in a perfect world, we would get together, be together forever and get married. That wasn’t even close to realistic though. More likely, we would have to go back to being professional with each other, and pretend that tonight never happened. I smiled as I thought back to what Jonathan had made me feel. It had been absolutely incredible. Never in my life had I experienced sex like that. It was like a whole new level. I fell asleep reliving the moments, reliving every tiny touch of my body, reliving his taste, his scent, his everything.
Sure enough, the next day when I accompanied the band to another magazine interview, Jonathan pretended like nothing had happened, although he did shoot me a knowing smile which made me blush slightly. I still didn’t know where we were going, but I liked where we’d gone.
Unfortunately, later that afternoon as I was buying groceries for dinner, I discovered that the gossip magazines had decided where Jonathan and I were going.
“KNIGHT FINDS HIS PRINCESS”
“A KNIGHT’S ROMANCE”
“JONATHANS SECRET LOVER”
These headlines and more stared at me from the magazine section by the checkout counter as I went to buy my things. I stopped and stared. It was completely unbelievable. That was me! Me! On the cover of these magazines! The photos had obviously been taken the night before, with Jonathan holding my wrist and ushering me into The Oak restaurant.
I suddenly began to feel dizzy. Thoughts swirled through my head. Was this really happening to me? Did they really have to choose such an unflattering photo? Oh my God, I’m on the cover of a magazine to be distributed nationally! My mom is going to see it the next time she goes to buy milk!
I was hit with the urge to sit down on the floor and cry. I knew there were thousands of women out there who would kill to be on the cover of a gossip magazine, but I wasn’t one of them. I was just an ordinary woman, from a small town in Ohio. I didn’t belong on this cover. I didn’t want everyone thinking I was with Jonathan. This was crazy! How did this happen?
Realizing I had to get out of there, I quickly paid for my groceries and headed home. The instant I
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