steps toward her, “would you like me to call you so you can get ready for dinner?”
“Yeah,” she stopped in the doorway glancing over her shoulder.
He moved to the bed, picking up his shirt, his eyes on her. “Do you need anything before I go?”
She smiled. “No, just a nap.”
He returned her smile. “Okay, I will call you, is an hour enough time to get ready?”
“Yes.” She walked down the hallway toward her room, calling out just before she got to her door, “I hope your meeting goes well.”
****
Clay stood in the doorway watching Lily sleep. A habit he developed since she came into his life. She must have really had a headache because she was sound asleep. He walked over and gently rolled her under the covers, making sure she would be warm. He placed a kiss on her forehead, turning he walked out of the room closing the door.
After his meeting, Clay called Don to find out some information on Lily. He hung up, frowning. Don didn’t have any information to give him.
Don did not know much about Lily, no one did. She rarely went out; she didn’t date. He was even more confused. He would have to talk to Lily, but she hadn’t been forthcoming.
He called the suite to wake her up, but she didn’t answer. He sighed, rubbing his lip. He would wake her when he got there. If they were late, they were late; it wasn’t that big of a deal.
****
Lily woke but she was still tired. It was 4:30 p.m. She sat up, stretching, she sighed she had better get ready. Clay should be back around five. She got her clothes ready for the night, laying them on the bed then hopped in the shower.
She took a deep breath, straightening her shoulders climbing out of the shower and drying off.
Clay opened Lily’s door, noticing the bed was empty he hoped she had gotten up on her own. He opened the bathroom door without thinking, “Lily, we have to hur….”
She squealed in horror, grabbing the towel tightly, frantically trying to wrap her body. She hadn’t heard him come in her room, never heard the door open. She had just gotten out of the shower.
“Get out,” she cried, stumbling toward the door. The towel slipped exposing more of her marred skin as she grabbed the door pushing it against him trying to force him out.
He didn’t move. He just stared. At her skin. At her scars.
She recognized the look of horror on his face. Her scars were repulsive she knew, but she was devastated to see the look on his face.
He stood immobile, his eyes on the marks all over her body. He had touched, kissed her skin, but he had not felt the scars. They were just lines. Lines on her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, he couldn’t think pass them.
She pushed the door into him, fear, pain, and embarrassment etched on her face, but he couldn’t react.
“Please.” She sobbed, tears falling down her face as she pushed the door against him again. He finally took a step back letting her close the door.
Her head fell against the closed door, what was she going to do now? She wiped at her face, gathering herself together. She dealt with the repulsion before she could again. She peeked around the door. He was gone, and her bedroom door was closed.
Lily quickly dressed for dinner, but didn’t leave the room. She sat on the bed wondering if he still wanted her to go with him. Was he even still in the suite?
Clay knocked on her door. “Lily, are you ready?”
She stared at the door a moment, surprised. “Yeah.” She stood, walking to the door, opening it she stepped out in front of him her eyes on the floor. “Ready whenever you are.”
“Let’s go.” He opened the door, motioning with his hand for her to go first and he followed her out.
Clay watched Lily, her withdrawal. It was tangible, he could feel it in the air around her, see it in her demeanor. He didn’t say anything, didn’t know what to say.
Her scars were far more than emotional, as he had originally thought. He had to get answers.
Her scars didn’t matter to
“Yeah,” she stopped in the doorway glancing over her shoulder.
He moved to the bed, picking up his shirt, his eyes on her. “Do you need anything before I go?”
She smiled. “No, just a nap.”
He returned her smile. “Okay, I will call you, is an hour enough time to get ready?”
“Yes.” She walked down the hallway toward her room, calling out just before she got to her door, “I hope your meeting goes well.”
****
Clay stood in the doorway watching Lily sleep. A habit he developed since she came into his life. She must have really had a headache because she was sound asleep. He walked over and gently rolled her under the covers, making sure she would be warm. He placed a kiss on her forehead, turning he walked out of the room closing the door.
After his meeting, Clay called Don to find out some information on Lily. He hung up, frowning. Don didn’t have any information to give him.
Don did not know much about Lily, no one did. She rarely went out; she didn’t date. He was even more confused. He would have to talk to Lily, but she hadn’t been forthcoming.
He called the suite to wake her up, but she didn’t answer. He sighed, rubbing his lip. He would wake her when he got there. If they were late, they were late; it wasn’t that big of a deal.
****
Lily woke but she was still tired. It was 4:30 p.m. She sat up, stretching, she sighed she had better get ready. Clay should be back around five. She got her clothes ready for the night, laying them on the bed then hopped in the shower.
She took a deep breath, straightening her shoulders climbing out of the shower and drying off.
Clay opened Lily’s door, noticing the bed was empty he hoped she had gotten up on her own. He opened the bathroom door without thinking, “Lily, we have to hur….”
She squealed in horror, grabbing the towel tightly, frantically trying to wrap her body. She hadn’t heard him come in her room, never heard the door open. She had just gotten out of the shower.
“Get out,” she cried, stumbling toward the door. The towel slipped exposing more of her marred skin as she grabbed the door pushing it against him trying to force him out.
He didn’t move. He just stared. At her skin. At her scars.
She recognized the look of horror on his face. Her scars were repulsive she knew, but she was devastated to see the look on his face.
He stood immobile, his eyes on the marks all over her body. He had touched, kissed her skin, but he had not felt the scars. They were just lines. Lines on her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, he couldn’t think pass them.
She pushed the door into him, fear, pain, and embarrassment etched on her face, but he couldn’t react.
“Please.” She sobbed, tears falling down her face as she pushed the door against him again. He finally took a step back letting her close the door.
Her head fell against the closed door, what was she going to do now? She wiped at her face, gathering herself together. She dealt with the repulsion before she could again. She peeked around the door. He was gone, and her bedroom door was closed.
Lily quickly dressed for dinner, but didn’t leave the room. She sat on the bed wondering if he still wanted her to go with him. Was he even still in the suite?
Clay knocked on her door. “Lily, are you ready?”
She stared at the door a moment, surprised. “Yeah.” She stood, walking to the door, opening it she stepped out in front of him her eyes on the floor. “Ready whenever you are.”
“Let’s go.” He opened the door, motioning with his hand for her to go first and he followed her out.
Clay watched Lily, her withdrawal. It was tangible, he could feel it in the air around her, see it in her demeanor. He didn’t say anything, didn’t know what to say.
Her scars were far more than emotional, as he had originally thought. He had to get answers.
Her scars didn’t matter to
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