texts that said stuff that indicated I was being watched or something, and then today Jeremy told me some guy called the office and said he looks forward to seeing me tomorrow.”
Tinley’s eyes get as large as my grandmother’s saucers she used with her morning teacups. “That is beyond creepy! You have to tell someone.”
“I am—I’m telling you. ”
“But I can’t do anything. You have to call the cops.”
“And what will they do? No one has approached me or hurt me or anything like that,” I say.
“Not yet!”
“Thanks, Tinley. I knew I could count on you to put things in perspective.” I throw the pillow back on the bed and get up. “I need to take a shower and get ready for Finn’s show. Then I have that stupid wedding rehearsal.”
“It’s our last night together!” Tinley wails.
“I only need to be at the rehearsal for an hour. I’ll be at the party by 9:15. Count on it.”
As I walk into the bathroom, I hear Tinley yell. “No tank tops! Wear something cute!” It’s good to have some normalcy to my day. I’m really going to miss my roommate.
I pull my hair into a high knot on top of my head which serves two purposes. It keeps me cooler in this heat and humidity, and it looks chic—or at least like something that Tinley and Finn will approve of. Then I slip on an orange and white striped tank top and a white ruffle skirt. Finn loves it when I wear skirts, and it makes me feel sexy.
I check my phone before I leave the room. No new messages. Maybe this day will turn out okay after all. Finn is warming up off-stage when I walk onto the lawn. All of the chairs are still filled for the magician’s show. He is wrapping up his show with magic balls that appear to be floating in the air. You’d think as long as I have been here this summer, that I’d have learned his secret…or his name for that matter. Sometimes I’d like to disappear. Maybe he could help.
“Hey, beautiful,” Finn says, grabbing me from behind and turning me to face him. He whispers into my hair, “You are driving me crazy with that skirt.”
I feel tingly inside, and it drives me crazy, too. “You don’t look so bad yourself. Dressing up for the last Saturday show of the season?” I admire Finn’s v-neck red, form-fitting t-shirt and khaki cargo shorts with tan flip-flops. Maybe it’s his Sea Breeze cologne that completes the ensemble and makes me want to kiss him right now in full view of his admiring fans. But he finds my lips first, his hands encircling my waist and pulling me close enough to his body to feel the heat radiate between the two of us.
“You do know we’re being watched, don’t you?” I ask, pulling away to study his deep green eyes.
“That makes it a little more exciting, doesn’t it?” Then I remember the text messages and wonder if we’re being watched by the deliverer of those messages right now, and I pull away. “What’s the matter?” Finn asks, concerned.
“Nothing…I…I just…let’s finish this when we’re alone. I’m not so sure I’m as much of an exhibitionist as you.” I give him a slight smile to satisfy his concern and reward him with a kiss on his cheek. “You better get ready. Break a leg up there. I’ll catch the first half, go to the wedding rehearsal, and meet you by the pool at 9:15 so we can go to the party together, okay?”
“Actually, can you meet me at the party? Murphy has a surprise for Tinley that he wants me to help him with.”
“Oh no!”
“What?”
“Uh, nothing. I just think it might be a night with many surprises,” I say, wondering if Murphy’s surprise will compliment or harm Tinley’s proposal.
“Then make sure you save at least one surprise for me,” says Finn. He kisses the top of my head, and I walk away to find a place to sit to watch the man of my dreams serenade me with love songs. I was so stupid to let Samantha get in my head or anyone else for that matter. Focusing on the positive is what I need more of in my
Tinley’s eyes get as large as my grandmother’s saucers she used with her morning teacups. “That is beyond creepy! You have to tell someone.”
“I am—I’m telling you. ”
“But I can’t do anything. You have to call the cops.”
“And what will they do? No one has approached me or hurt me or anything like that,” I say.
“Not yet!”
“Thanks, Tinley. I knew I could count on you to put things in perspective.” I throw the pillow back on the bed and get up. “I need to take a shower and get ready for Finn’s show. Then I have that stupid wedding rehearsal.”
“It’s our last night together!” Tinley wails.
“I only need to be at the rehearsal for an hour. I’ll be at the party by 9:15. Count on it.”
As I walk into the bathroom, I hear Tinley yell. “No tank tops! Wear something cute!” It’s good to have some normalcy to my day. I’m really going to miss my roommate.
I pull my hair into a high knot on top of my head which serves two purposes. It keeps me cooler in this heat and humidity, and it looks chic—or at least like something that Tinley and Finn will approve of. Then I slip on an orange and white striped tank top and a white ruffle skirt. Finn loves it when I wear skirts, and it makes me feel sexy.
I check my phone before I leave the room. No new messages. Maybe this day will turn out okay after all. Finn is warming up off-stage when I walk onto the lawn. All of the chairs are still filled for the magician’s show. He is wrapping up his show with magic balls that appear to be floating in the air. You’d think as long as I have been here this summer, that I’d have learned his secret…or his name for that matter. Sometimes I’d like to disappear. Maybe he could help.
“Hey, beautiful,” Finn says, grabbing me from behind and turning me to face him. He whispers into my hair, “You are driving me crazy with that skirt.”
I feel tingly inside, and it drives me crazy, too. “You don’t look so bad yourself. Dressing up for the last Saturday show of the season?” I admire Finn’s v-neck red, form-fitting t-shirt and khaki cargo shorts with tan flip-flops. Maybe it’s his Sea Breeze cologne that completes the ensemble and makes me want to kiss him right now in full view of his admiring fans. But he finds my lips first, his hands encircling my waist and pulling me close enough to his body to feel the heat radiate between the two of us.
“You do know we’re being watched, don’t you?” I ask, pulling away to study his deep green eyes.
“That makes it a little more exciting, doesn’t it?” Then I remember the text messages and wonder if we’re being watched by the deliverer of those messages right now, and I pull away. “What’s the matter?” Finn asks, concerned.
“Nothing…I…I just…let’s finish this when we’re alone. I’m not so sure I’m as much of an exhibitionist as you.” I give him a slight smile to satisfy his concern and reward him with a kiss on his cheek. “You better get ready. Break a leg up there. I’ll catch the first half, go to the wedding rehearsal, and meet you by the pool at 9:15 so we can go to the party together, okay?”
“Actually, can you meet me at the party? Murphy has a surprise for Tinley that he wants me to help him with.”
“Oh no!”
“What?”
“Uh, nothing. I just think it might be a night with many surprises,” I say, wondering if Murphy’s surprise will compliment or harm Tinley’s proposal.
“Then make sure you save at least one surprise for me,” says Finn. He kisses the top of my head, and I walk away to find a place to sit to watch the man of my dreams serenade me with love songs. I was so stupid to let Samantha get in my head or anyone else for that matter. Focusing on the positive is what I need more of in my
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