high on her shit list. I have the career she wanted, the guy she wanted…” I sighed. My head was starting to pound.
“Maybe you should just tell me what she knows and we’ll kill the shit storm before she can cause one.” He set the car in drive.
My mind went in two directions. One, he obviously wanted to know more about me. Fair enough. I hadn’t offered him anything beyond my body and name. Two, he was actually concerned about my budding career. The smart part of my brain told me it was a little of both.
“I’ll make you a deal and you better fucking feel special because I wouldn’t do this for anyone else.”
He rolled his eyes.
“I’m serious, Mason!”
“Sorry, OK. Just tell me what your terms are.” We’d reached the hotel by then. I assumed he was coming in because he parked his car. “You should know by now that I don’t care about your past, Fallyn. It stings a little that you don’t trust me like that.”
I looked at him as if he had three heads. Where did he get off being so damn hypocritical? “You have a lot of nerve.” I accused.
He stopped and turned to glare at me. “What are you talking about?”
“You expect me to dump all my baggage in your lap but you don’t have the common fucking decency to do the same? If I’m supposed to trust you, you should most definitely trust me!”
His mouth flopped like a dying fish, which pissed me off. I stormed past him and into the lobby. He could stand in the parking lot with his own idiocy for all I cared. Of course, I should have known better. We were the non coupled, couple who got it on and never talked about it. We were both in the wrong and maybe there wasn’t any way to fix that.
“I’m sorry!” He called as I emerged on the second floor walkway of my small hotel. He hadn’t moved at all.
“You always think that will fix things,” I called back, making sure to give him the most energetic finger I could.
“Fallyn, I’m coming up.”
I stopped walking and leaned over the railing. “Mason, if you plan to come up here and act like things are peachy I will punch you in your man parts.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He walked toward the lobby.
I was lighting a cigarette when he appeared. “Did you leave the bullshit in the parking lot?”
“When are you going to get a real place?” he asked, totally ignoring my question while he fought with the key card.
“I’m lucky to have a place to begin with,” I chided as I pushed past him when he finally got the door open.
“Why did you leave Florida?”
I felt sort of trapped, like I had no choice but to unzip my baggage and see how he would deal. Despite feeling trapped, I also felt slightly liberated. He wasn’t spending time with anyone but me and he wasn’t sleeping with anyone but me, that I knew of. I let my things fall to the floor noisily.
“We’re gonna need some alcohol for this. I’ll order a couple of pizzas.”
He smirked and left my room to buy our usual drink of choice, whatever was cheapest at the liquor store on the corner.
***
The one thing Mason and I did perfectly was drink. It wasn’t as if we were alcoholics; we didn’t drink every day. When we did drink, it was to perfection and we usually ended the evening with sex. I wasn’t so sure he would want to sleep with me after the shit I was about to tell him.
“OK, we’ve eaten one and a half pizzas…not to mention I’m almost too intoxicated to understand. I think it’s about time you tell me what has you running scared from Jill.” Mason fell back along the bed, landing with a thump.
I inhaled deeply and let it go slowly. “I hated Florida with a passion. I knew early on that no matter what happened I was getting the hell out of that place. It wasn’t even like we lived in the cool part of the state. We lived in Pensacola for fuck sake.”
Mason snickered but quickly covered it up with a fake cough. “Sorry.”
“Are your parents still married?” I asked
“Maybe you should just tell me what she knows and we’ll kill the shit storm before she can cause one.” He set the car in drive.
My mind went in two directions. One, he obviously wanted to know more about me. Fair enough. I hadn’t offered him anything beyond my body and name. Two, he was actually concerned about my budding career. The smart part of my brain told me it was a little of both.
“I’ll make you a deal and you better fucking feel special because I wouldn’t do this for anyone else.”
He rolled his eyes.
“I’m serious, Mason!”
“Sorry, OK. Just tell me what your terms are.” We’d reached the hotel by then. I assumed he was coming in because he parked his car. “You should know by now that I don’t care about your past, Fallyn. It stings a little that you don’t trust me like that.”
I looked at him as if he had three heads. Where did he get off being so damn hypocritical? “You have a lot of nerve.” I accused.
He stopped and turned to glare at me. “What are you talking about?”
“You expect me to dump all my baggage in your lap but you don’t have the common fucking decency to do the same? If I’m supposed to trust you, you should most definitely trust me!”
His mouth flopped like a dying fish, which pissed me off. I stormed past him and into the lobby. He could stand in the parking lot with his own idiocy for all I cared. Of course, I should have known better. We were the non coupled, couple who got it on and never talked about it. We were both in the wrong and maybe there wasn’t any way to fix that.
“I’m sorry!” He called as I emerged on the second floor walkway of my small hotel. He hadn’t moved at all.
“You always think that will fix things,” I called back, making sure to give him the most energetic finger I could.
“Fallyn, I’m coming up.”
I stopped walking and leaned over the railing. “Mason, if you plan to come up here and act like things are peachy I will punch you in your man parts.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He walked toward the lobby.
I was lighting a cigarette when he appeared. “Did you leave the bullshit in the parking lot?”
“When are you going to get a real place?” he asked, totally ignoring my question while he fought with the key card.
“I’m lucky to have a place to begin with,” I chided as I pushed past him when he finally got the door open.
“Why did you leave Florida?”
I felt sort of trapped, like I had no choice but to unzip my baggage and see how he would deal. Despite feeling trapped, I also felt slightly liberated. He wasn’t spending time with anyone but me and he wasn’t sleeping with anyone but me, that I knew of. I let my things fall to the floor noisily.
“We’re gonna need some alcohol for this. I’ll order a couple of pizzas.”
He smirked and left my room to buy our usual drink of choice, whatever was cheapest at the liquor store on the corner.
***
The one thing Mason and I did perfectly was drink. It wasn’t as if we were alcoholics; we didn’t drink every day. When we did drink, it was to perfection and we usually ended the evening with sex. I wasn’t so sure he would want to sleep with me after the shit I was about to tell him.
“OK, we’ve eaten one and a half pizzas…not to mention I’m almost too intoxicated to understand. I think it’s about time you tell me what has you running scared from Jill.” Mason fell back along the bed, landing with a thump.
I inhaled deeply and let it go slowly. “I hated Florida with a passion. I knew early on that no matter what happened I was getting the hell out of that place. It wasn’t even like we lived in the cool part of the state. We lived in Pensacola for fuck sake.”
Mason snickered but quickly covered it up with a fake cough. “Sorry.”
“Are your parents still married?” I asked
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