my unmistakable climax.
I was beyond shocked. Frozen in place, our eyes stayed locked on one another.
His expression was different. It wasn’t cold, it wasn’t something I couldn’t read. I knew that look.
It was lust. Desire.
He’d seen me. I was sure of it.
Ten
It seemed like hours before he finally turned around and retreated back into his room, turning the light off. I sat there, not sure what to do.
After a few minutes, I finally gathered the strength to get out of the hot tub. The heat was getting the best of me anyway, and I felt a little light headed. I prayed when I went inside he wouldn’t be in the kitchen. I just wanted to grab my towel and escape to my room. Again.
This would be the second time in one day I had humiliated myself in front of Nolan Weston. He must think I am such a freak , I thought to myself.
I ran to the glass door, dripping water all over the marble floors as I slid the door closed behind me. I wrapped the towel tightly around my shivering body and quickly trotted up the stairs, almost slipping twice on my way there.
Once I was in my room, I collapsed on my bed, not caring that I was still wet. Never in all my life had I been so exposed. Nolan had watched me getting myself off in a Jacuzzi. To the thought of him. Had he heard me call out his name as I climaxed? God, I hoped not.
I climbed out of bed and made myself shower. A few minutes later I was combing my hair out and putting on flannel pajamas. The most anti-sexy thing I owned.
Between the wine, the heat, and my mortification, I was able to fall asleep pretty fast. But even at night, he wouldn’t leave my mind. I dreamt of him. In my dream he didn’t walk away or shut off the lights.
In the dream, he joined me.
********
When I woke up the next morning, it was snowing again. And my head felt like it weighed about 50 pounds.
“Ugh,” I said out loud. “Wine hangovers are the worst.”
I stared at the ceiling fan above my bed, watching it whirl as I considered my options.
I was hungry, so I couldn’t avoid going downstairs forever. I needed water and Tylenol. Not to mention a sandwich, sustenance to help me get over this crappy feeling. But what the hell was I supposed to say to Nolan if I ran into him? Even if he wasn’t aware I’d been pleasuring myself to him , he still knew I’d been indulging in some self-satisfying. I was also pretty sure he knew I had seen him naked. So what was I supposed to do now? Just avoid him completely? Give him the cold shoulder? Jump his bones?
I didn’t know what to do. But at least it was distracting me from thinking about my father. At least there was that. I’d take embarrassment over despondency any day.
********
I took a long shower, washed and blew out my hair, taking a curling iron to it to tame the waves. I put on a pair of jeans and my lavender angora sweater. I looked in the mirror before heading downstairs. This was my prettiest self. Just in case Nolan Weston was around, I might as well look good. So he wouldn’t be as disgusted with me.
Back in the kitchen I poured myself a bowl of Frosted Flakes and was relieved to see I was alone.
I was almost done with my cereal and peeling a banana as I stared out the window at the view of Lake Tahoe that never seemed to get old. My thoughts were floating between Nolan and the future. It still hadn’t completely hit me that my father was gone. And that I had a lot to deal with as far as his estate, his things, his homes. I knew that I was about to open a vault, the vault that had been shut to me all these years. But where to start? I wished it would stop snowing so we could at least leave the house and begin the process of discovery.
“Good morning.”
The sound of his voice gave me instant goose bumps. But when I turned around, his voice was suddenly the last thing I was thinking of.
Nolan Weston was shirtless. He was in just a pair of gym pants, and covered in a light sheen of sweat. The sight
I was beyond shocked. Frozen in place, our eyes stayed locked on one another.
His expression was different. It wasn’t cold, it wasn’t something I couldn’t read. I knew that look.
It was lust. Desire.
He’d seen me. I was sure of it.
Ten
It seemed like hours before he finally turned around and retreated back into his room, turning the light off. I sat there, not sure what to do.
After a few minutes, I finally gathered the strength to get out of the hot tub. The heat was getting the best of me anyway, and I felt a little light headed. I prayed when I went inside he wouldn’t be in the kitchen. I just wanted to grab my towel and escape to my room. Again.
This would be the second time in one day I had humiliated myself in front of Nolan Weston. He must think I am such a freak , I thought to myself.
I ran to the glass door, dripping water all over the marble floors as I slid the door closed behind me. I wrapped the towel tightly around my shivering body and quickly trotted up the stairs, almost slipping twice on my way there.
Once I was in my room, I collapsed on my bed, not caring that I was still wet. Never in all my life had I been so exposed. Nolan had watched me getting myself off in a Jacuzzi. To the thought of him. Had he heard me call out his name as I climaxed? God, I hoped not.
I climbed out of bed and made myself shower. A few minutes later I was combing my hair out and putting on flannel pajamas. The most anti-sexy thing I owned.
Between the wine, the heat, and my mortification, I was able to fall asleep pretty fast. But even at night, he wouldn’t leave my mind. I dreamt of him. In my dream he didn’t walk away or shut off the lights.
In the dream, he joined me.
********
When I woke up the next morning, it was snowing again. And my head felt like it weighed about 50 pounds.
“Ugh,” I said out loud. “Wine hangovers are the worst.”
I stared at the ceiling fan above my bed, watching it whirl as I considered my options.
I was hungry, so I couldn’t avoid going downstairs forever. I needed water and Tylenol. Not to mention a sandwich, sustenance to help me get over this crappy feeling. But what the hell was I supposed to say to Nolan if I ran into him? Even if he wasn’t aware I’d been pleasuring myself to him , he still knew I’d been indulging in some self-satisfying. I was also pretty sure he knew I had seen him naked. So what was I supposed to do now? Just avoid him completely? Give him the cold shoulder? Jump his bones?
I didn’t know what to do. But at least it was distracting me from thinking about my father. At least there was that. I’d take embarrassment over despondency any day.
********
I took a long shower, washed and blew out my hair, taking a curling iron to it to tame the waves. I put on a pair of jeans and my lavender angora sweater. I looked in the mirror before heading downstairs. This was my prettiest self. Just in case Nolan Weston was around, I might as well look good. So he wouldn’t be as disgusted with me.
Back in the kitchen I poured myself a bowl of Frosted Flakes and was relieved to see I was alone.
I was almost done with my cereal and peeling a banana as I stared out the window at the view of Lake Tahoe that never seemed to get old. My thoughts were floating between Nolan and the future. It still hadn’t completely hit me that my father was gone. And that I had a lot to deal with as far as his estate, his things, his homes. I knew that I was about to open a vault, the vault that had been shut to me all these years. But where to start? I wished it would stop snowing so we could at least leave the house and begin the process of discovery.
“Good morning.”
The sound of his voice gave me instant goose bumps. But when I turned around, his voice was suddenly the last thing I was thinking of.
Nolan Weston was shirtless. He was in just a pair of gym pants, and covered in a light sheen of sweat. The sight
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