interested, but I didn’t know if you had ever been to a show, so here we are,” Bentley explained. It had been nearly five years since I had the guts to show my face at any show in the Boston area.
The last time I was at a show wasn’t pretty. If anyone saw and recognized me from that night, it was going to get ugly in a hurry. I didn’t need Bentley knowing about that part of my past. It was something I honestly wished I could erase from history.
“I really appreciate the gesture, but I can’t go in there.” My palms became sweaty and my pulse started to race. I hated the fact that I caused the downcast look on Bentley’s face. I knew he was trying to do something nice for me, but I couldn’t put either of us in a bad spot. “Look, the last time I actually went into a show, it wasn’t pretty. I don’t know if anyone here will recognize me, but I don’t think I’m comfortable taking that chance tonight.”
“That’s fine, I’m sorry I didn’t ask you first. We’ll go someplace else special to me.” Even though I could see the disappointment wash over his face, a flash of happiness filled his eyes. A smile spread across his face.
He climbed back onto his motorcycle and I joined him, grasping him tightly before placing a kiss on his cheek. I expected him to be either annoyed or concerned by my refusal to go in, but he wasn’t. If anything, he was more concerned over my past and my well-being. The sun was setting as we crossed into Cambridge and parked along the Charles River. Hand-in-hand, we walked towards the banks, enjoying the view.
“I’m sorry I don’t have a blanket to sit on, this wasn’t my plan for the evening,” Bentley apologized. With a smile and a chuckle, I assured him that it was just fine.
“I think your Chinese food and a baseball game was a much better idea than this.”
“You think? I thought getting drunk and grinding on you in a cheap attempt to turn you on and then leave you behind was a much better idea.” I couldn’t help but joke with him because that night changed everything. It made us a couple, even though it was the complete opposite outcome from what I had planned when I saw him in the bar. I had become his; heart and soul, and I didn’t want to think back to the month we foolishly spent apart.
“Come on, let’s go back to my place for a little bit and then I’ll take you home. I want you to see where I live,” Bentley offered and to me it sounded like a grand plan.
As we walked back to the motorcycle, Bentley checked his phone and immediately tensed.
“Is everything okay?” I choked out, my stomach started to churn. I thought back to the huge misunderstanding which caused us to lose a month we could have been together, it certainly had put me on the alert for some time.
“Drew called me a bunch of times. He didn’t leave any messages or texts, which is strange. If he isn’t at the apartment, I’ll just call him when we get there.” His words were rushed as he picked up the pace. I was nearly jogging behind him, trying to keep up.
Other than the fact that he was hurrying back to the bike, he seemed completely in control of whatever emotions were coursing through his body.
As we walked up to Bentley’s townhouse-style apartment, we could hear yelling inside. Without a second thought, he ran into the house and found Andrew yelling at a red headed woman. I stood in the doorway and watched everything unfold in front of my eyes.
“I swear I’m not hiding him lady. You need to chill the fuck out,” Drew said, trying to stay calm.
The leggy red-head wasn’t buying it. “I know this is where he lives...” she shrieked. As soon as she saw Bentley, she charged towards him.
“How dare you just stand me up like that? I went to your apartment and you were gone! That boy said you don’t even live there!” She pounded her fists into his chest, obviously beyond upset with him. I could feel heat rising through my neck and face, anger brewing
The last time I was at a show wasn’t pretty. If anyone saw and recognized me from that night, it was going to get ugly in a hurry. I didn’t need Bentley knowing about that part of my past. It was something I honestly wished I could erase from history.
“I really appreciate the gesture, but I can’t go in there.” My palms became sweaty and my pulse started to race. I hated the fact that I caused the downcast look on Bentley’s face. I knew he was trying to do something nice for me, but I couldn’t put either of us in a bad spot. “Look, the last time I actually went into a show, it wasn’t pretty. I don’t know if anyone here will recognize me, but I don’t think I’m comfortable taking that chance tonight.”
“That’s fine, I’m sorry I didn’t ask you first. We’ll go someplace else special to me.” Even though I could see the disappointment wash over his face, a flash of happiness filled his eyes. A smile spread across his face.
He climbed back onto his motorcycle and I joined him, grasping him tightly before placing a kiss on his cheek. I expected him to be either annoyed or concerned by my refusal to go in, but he wasn’t. If anything, he was more concerned over my past and my well-being. The sun was setting as we crossed into Cambridge and parked along the Charles River. Hand-in-hand, we walked towards the banks, enjoying the view.
“I’m sorry I don’t have a blanket to sit on, this wasn’t my plan for the evening,” Bentley apologized. With a smile and a chuckle, I assured him that it was just fine.
“I think your Chinese food and a baseball game was a much better idea than this.”
“You think? I thought getting drunk and grinding on you in a cheap attempt to turn you on and then leave you behind was a much better idea.” I couldn’t help but joke with him because that night changed everything. It made us a couple, even though it was the complete opposite outcome from what I had planned when I saw him in the bar. I had become his; heart and soul, and I didn’t want to think back to the month we foolishly spent apart.
“Come on, let’s go back to my place for a little bit and then I’ll take you home. I want you to see where I live,” Bentley offered and to me it sounded like a grand plan.
As we walked back to the motorcycle, Bentley checked his phone and immediately tensed.
“Is everything okay?” I choked out, my stomach started to churn. I thought back to the huge misunderstanding which caused us to lose a month we could have been together, it certainly had put me on the alert for some time.
“Drew called me a bunch of times. He didn’t leave any messages or texts, which is strange. If he isn’t at the apartment, I’ll just call him when we get there.” His words were rushed as he picked up the pace. I was nearly jogging behind him, trying to keep up.
Other than the fact that he was hurrying back to the bike, he seemed completely in control of whatever emotions were coursing through his body.
As we walked up to Bentley’s townhouse-style apartment, we could hear yelling inside. Without a second thought, he ran into the house and found Andrew yelling at a red headed woman. I stood in the doorway and watched everything unfold in front of my eyes.
“I swear I’m not hiding him lady. You need to chill the fuck out,” Drew said, trying to stay calm.
The leggy red-head wasn’t buying it. “I know this is where he lives...” she shrieked. As soon as she saw Bentley, she charged towards him.
“How dare you just stand me up like that? I went to your apartment and you were gone! That boy said you don’t even live there!” She pounded her fists into his chest, obviously beyond upset with him. I could feel heat rising through my neck and face, anger brewing
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