him the bag.
“That’s for you.”
He eyed her then
peered inside. He pulled the record out and looked at her grinning in what
looked like awe, or amazement. She didn’t know why. It’s not like she was giving
him the secret code to the cure for cancer.
“I found it on my way to the show in an old record store,” she
explained dismissively.
“Thank you,” he said. His eyes were hooded as he looked at her.
“You’re welcome.” The
room was spinning again, so she closed her eyes, leaning back against the wall.
“This is probably one of the coolest things anyone has ever gotten
me.”
She opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow. “Then you really need
to meet some better people,” she teased.
He chuckled and shook his head. “Seriously, this was really sweet
of you.”
“Well, you’re seriously welcome.”
They stared at each other for long minute. His eyelashes were
really long. Had they always been that long?
“Your eyelashes are really long,” she blurted.
He grinned and shook his head. “You should lie down.” He grabbed
her hands and pulled her off of the wall toward the bed.
She followed without protest and sat down, scooting so that her
back was against the headboard. She watched as he walked into the bathroom. He
emerged a few seconds later with a plastic cup of water.
“Drink this,” he said, handing her the cup as he sat down next to
her.
She nodded obediently and picked up the cup, taking a large
swallow. It was cool and sweet on her tongue and she knew she was probably
slightly dehydrated.
“Thank you,” she said. She blinked because his face was getting
blurry and smeary again and she handed the cup to him, watching as he sat it on
the nightstand.
“I’m gonna go,” he said.
“You can stay if you want... HBO is here.” Her eyes drifted
closed.
He was quiet for so long she opened her eyes to see if he was
still there.
“I really should go,” he said when she looked at him.
“You sure?”
“No,” he chuckled and she peered at him, confused, watching as he
ran a hand over his head.
“Destiny… you don't even know…” He stopped and shook his head.
“Know what?” she asked, her brain to muddled to really process
much.
“Nothing,” he said, his voice sounding strained. He pushed out a
breath. “I’ll see you in a week.”
She nodded, her eyes still closed. “Brian?”
“Yeah?”
“I can’t believe we kissed.”
He chuckled and she opened her eyes again. He stared at her with
that intense look then leaned forward and kissed her cheek, lingering for a
long second.
“I’ll call you later,
okay?”
“Okay,” she murmured, closing her eyes.
“See you in a week.”
She opened one eye as he brushed his finger down her nose and then
pushed off the bed and walked to the door.
“Text me when you get on the plane,” she called out as she closed her
eyes and snuggled up to her pillow.
The sound she heard was the door clicking closed.
Chapter
4
Destiny flipped onto her back, stretching her legs out on her
purple futon. She dropped the remote control she was holding soundlessly onto
the floor, and gazed up at the ceiling, bored out of her mind. Nothing was on
TV. She had an assignment from Pitch.com but didn’t feel like writing it, and she’d finished writing her piece on the
Jazz Festival a couple of days ago. It was ten-thirty on a Friday night and she
was at home. Alone. How lame.
The week had flown by after she’d gotten home from New Orleans.
Things at work were pretty much the same. The only good thing was Gabe had
informed her that her Jazz Festival coverage would be the lead music feature for
May. It was her first major feature and she almost broke out into the cha-cha
slide when he’d called her into his office to let her know. Even Philly
couldn’t kill her vibe that day.
Now it was Friday night and she was at home, bored. Usually she
tried to work. There was always some show or work related event to
“That’s for you.”
He eyed her then
peered inside. He pulled the record out and looked at her grinning in what
looked like awe, or amazement. She didn’t know why. It’s not like she was giving
him the secret code to the cure for cancer.
“I found it on my way to the show in an old record store,” she
explained dismissively.
“Thank you,” he said. His eyes were hooded as he looked at her.
“You’re welcome.” The
room was spinning again, so she closed her eyes, leaning back against the wall.
“This is probably one of the coolest things anyone has ever gotten
me.”
She opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow. “Then you really need
to meet some better people,” she teased.
He chuckled and shook his head. “Seriously, this was really sweet
of you.”
“Well, you’re seriously welcome.”
They stared at each other for long minute. His eyelashes were
really long. Had they always been that long?
“Your eyelashes are really long,” she blurted.
He grinned and shook his head. “You should lie down.” He grabbed
her hands and pulled her off of the wall toward the bed.
She followed without protest and sat down, scooting so that her
back was against the headboard. She watched as he walked into the bathroom. He
emerged a few seconds later with a plastic cup of water.
“Drink this,” he said, handing her the cup as he sat down next to
her.
She nodded obediently and picked up the cup, taking a large
swallow. It was cool and sweet on her tongue and she knew she was probably
slightly dehydrated.
“Thank you,” she said. She blinked because his face was getting
blurry and smeary again and she handed the cup to him, watching as he sat it on
the nightstand.
“I’m gonna go,” he said.
“You can stay if you want... HBO is here.” Her eyes drifted
closed.
He was quiet for so long she opened her eyes to see if he was
still there.
“I really should go,” he said when she looked at him.
“You sure?”
“No,” he chuckled and she peered at him, confused, watching as he
ran a hand over his head.
“Destiny… you don't even know…” He stopped and shook his head.
“Know what?” she asked, her brain to muddled to really process
much.
“Nothing,” he said, his voice sounding strained. He pushed out a
breath. “I’ll see you in a week.”
She nodded, her eyes still closed. “Brian?”
“Yeah?”
“I can’t believe we kissed.”
He chuckled and she opened her eyes again. He stared at her with
that intense look then leaned forward and kissed her cheek, lingering for a
long second.
“I’ll call you later,
okay?”
“Okay,” she murmured, closing her eyes.
“See you in a week.”
She opened one eye as he brushed his finger down her nose and then
pushed off the bed and walked to the door.
“Text me when you get on the plane,” she called out as she closed her
eyes and snuggled up to her pillow.
The sound she heard was the door clicking closed.
Chapter
4
Destiny flipped onto her back, stretching her legs out on her
purple futon. She dropped the remote control she was holding soundlessly onto
the floor, and gazed up at the ceiling, bored out of her mind. Nothing was on
TV. She had an assignment from Pitch.com but didn’t feel like writing it, and she’d finished writing her piece on the
Jazz Festival a couple of days ago. It was ten-thirty on a Friday night and she
was at home. Alone. How lame.
The week had flown by after she’d gotten home from New Orleans.
Things at work were pretty much the same. The only good thing was Gabe had
informed her that her Jazz Festival coverage would be the lead music feature for
May. It was her first major feature and she almost broke out into the cha-cha
slide when he’d called her into his office to let her know. Even Philly
couldn’t kill her vibe that day.
Now it was Friday night and she was at home, bored. Usually she
tried to work. There was always some show or work related event to
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