the kitchen.
‘ That sounds wonderful. But first, you promised me a shower, didn’t you?’ He was stroking his head, and I could see the moister.
‘ I did.’ I said as I felt my face blush. ‘It’s through that door and to the left.’ He had to go through my bedroom to come to the bathroom. Then I remembered that Alice and I had spent a great deal of the evening applying make-up in there, and it probably looked like a mess.
‘ Wait!’ I hurried passed him and into the bathroom. I was right, it was a mess. I took all the make-up and put it in the same drawer without sorting it. I removed some clothes and put them in the laundry basket, and grabbed the two bottles of beer on my way out.
‘ All clear’ I tell him as I enter the living room again. He smiled and kisses my shoulder as he passes me. I wanted to follow him, but instead I make my feet move in the opposite direction.
I find a bottle of vine and two glasses, and put them on the living room table. My mind was wandering to the room next door as I pour the wine. I could hear the water running, and pictured him in there, naked. Did he expect me to join him? He did expect something. It was an impulsive move to ask him here. I blamed the alcohol. Somehow I felt better after the bike ride. Maybe I could trust myself to make sane decisions the rest of the night. Maybe I better stay away from the wine. I went back to the kitchen and filled a decanter with water and brought it to the table along with two smaller glasses. He was still in the shower. Was he waiting for me? I filled my glass with water and sipped. I could join him. Nothing wrong with that! Nothing except that his married. I brought a married man home. Then I started picturing ‘The Sun’ or any other newspaper flashing images of me; ‘The home wrecker’, or ‘Movie star mistress’, or something like that. My daddy would really love that. This is bad! What the hell was I thinking? My body fell down on the couch. I started fidgeting with the pillows. Then I notice the gun and knife strapped to my thighs, and felt stupid about having a costume on. I began removing them, which wasn’t easy cause the left strap was in a knot. It took me a couple of minutes. He was still in the shower! I put the accessories in a basket under the table and removed my boots. Then I walked over to the windows and looked out at Kensington Park. It was dark outside. There were several people walking under the lights. I never went to the park at night. The shadows were too dark.
I finally heard the water being turned off. My heart was throbbing, and I felt nervous again. I started pacing around the living room, trying to sit, then stand again, walking towards the windows, walking back and sit again. Most of all I wanted to run to my studio and lock the door. Stay in there and paint until I calm myself. I felt panicky, and didn’t know what he expected. Well, I knew what he expected, I just didn’t know if I could do it. Perhaps I should have a glass of wine after all. Then I started doubting myself. He needed a shower, that’s why he was here. He’s just playing with my mind.
My heart stopped the moment he stepped out into the living room. Bare-chested. Only wearing thin white long johns. My eyes were first locked to the chest. It was muscular and almost hairless. It was perfect. My eyes followed the muscles downward and reached the low lining and then his crouch, wanting to know if it was see-through. My face went firing red as Christopher coughed and put his fist in front of it. Clearly, he had read my mind. I only had to glimpse at his face to see that he was grinning. I turned away, ashamed of myself, but also very turned on. He was a God, and I didn’t understand what he was doing in my apartment.
‘ I’m sorry about the outfit, this is all I have. My shirt was disgustingly sweaty, so I didn’t want to put it on again. I can put it back on if you…’ He didn’t finish.
‘ It’s ok,
‘ That sounds wonderful. But first, you promised me a shower, didn’t you?’ He was stroking his head, and I could see the moister.
‘ I did.’ I said as I felt my face blush. ‘It’s through that door and to the left.’ He had to go through my bedroom to come to the bathroom. Then I remembered that Alice and I had spent a great deal of the evening applying make-up in there, and it probably looked like a mess.
‘ Wait!’ I hurried passed him and into the bathroom. I was right, it was a mess. I took all the make-up and put it in the same drawer without sorting it. I removed some clothes and put them in the laundry basket, and grabbed the two bottles of beer on my way out.
‘ All clear’ I tell him as I enter the living room again. He smiled and kisses my shoulder as he passes me. I wanted to follow him, but instead I make my feet move in the opposite direction.
I find a bottle of vine and two glasses, and put them on the living room table. My mind was wandering to the room next door as I pour the wine. I could hear the water running, and pictured him in there, naked. Did he expect me to join him? He did expect something. It was an impulsive move to ask him here. I blamed the alcohol. Somehow I felt better after the bike ride. Maybe I could trust myself to make sane decisions the rest of the night. Maybe I better stay away from the wine. I went back to the kitchen and filled a decanter with water and brought it to the table along with two smaller glasses. He was still in the shower. Was he waiting for me? I filled my glass with water and sipped. I could join him. Nothing wrong with that! Nothing except that his married. I brought a married man home. Then I started picturing ‘The Sun’ or any other newspaper flashing images of me; ‘The home wrecker’, or ‘Movie star mistress’, or something like that. My daddy would really love that. This is bad! What the hell was I thinking? My body fell down on the couch. I started fidgeting with the pillows. Then I notice the gun and knife strapped to my thighs, and felt stupid about having a costume on. I began removing them, which wasn’t easy cause the left strap was in a knot. It took me a couple of minutes. He was still in the shower! I put the accessories in a basket under the table and removed my boots. Then I walked over to the windows and looked out at Kensington Park. It was dark outside. There were several people walking under the lights. I never went to the park at night. The shadows were too dark.
I finally heard the water being turned off. My heart was throbbing, and I felt nervous again. I started pacing around the living room, trying to sit, then stand again, walking towards the windows, walking back and sit again. Most of all I wanted to run to my studio and lock the door. Stay in there and paint until I calm myself. I felt panicky, and didn’t know what he expected. Well, I knew what he expected, I just didn’t know if I could do it. Perhaps I should have a glass of wine after all. Then I started doubting myself. He needed a shower, that’s why he was here. He’s just playing with my mind.
My heart stopped the moment he stepped out into the living room. Bare-chested. Only wearing thin white long johns. My eyes were first locked to the chest. It was muscular and almost hairless. It was perfect. My eyes followed the muscles downward and reached the low lining and then his crouch, wanting to know if it was see-through. My face went firing red as Christopher coughed and put his fist in front of it. Clearly, he had read my mind. I only had to glimpse at his face to see that he was grinning. I turned away, ashamed of myself, but also very turned on. He was a God, and I didn’t understand what he was doing in my apartment.
‘ I’m sorry about the outfit, this is all I have. My shirt was disgustingly sweaty, so I didn’t want to put it on again. I can put it back on if you…’ He didn’t finish.
‘ It’s ok,
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