I reached out a hand to pet her, and as always, received a growl for my troubles. Garrick thought Hamlet’s hatred of me was hilarious. And he kept holding her, which meant I was relegated to the opposite cushion because my cat had stolen my… whatever he was.
Ugh. That was something I didn’t want to think about. I mean, obviously, it was a secret relationship, so it wasn’t like we necessarily needed labels, but I was curious. What would happen when the year was up? Would we even last that long?
I got up to start dinner to distract myself.
I made spaghetti because it was the only thing I trusted myself not to screw up when I was nervous. And well… I was always nervous around Garrick. He apparently had the opposite effect on Hamlet, who was fast asleep in his lap.
I saw my window of opportunity for what I’d been craving since he arrived.
I left the food cooking on the stove, and made my way to the couch. I didn’t sit for fear of waking up the moody one, but I placed a hand on his shoulder, and leaned down for a kiss. Since his hands were trapped beneath Hamlet, I got to control the kiss. My hands found his hair, which was as addicting and soft as always, and the kiss deepened. I kissed him hard, because I could, and he made no effort to stop me. It was the kiss I’d wanted the night before that he’d refused to give me.
I didn’t want to pull back, but I did have dinner on. His eyes were dark when we separated. “I think you might be a little evil,” he said.
I laughed. “Yes, I planned this all. Hamlet was in on it, as well.”
“Kiss me again.”
He didn’t have to ask me twice.
Every time we kissed, my confidence grew stronger. The longer I knew him, the bolder I became. I liked it… almost as much as I liked him.
Someone knocked on the door, three loud raps, followed by three more only seconds later. Our breath was still short from the kiss, and I wasn’t sure if the too-quick-thump of my heart was due to Garrick or the shock.
“Are you expecting someone?” he whispered.
I shook my head.
Three more knocks, and then Kelsey yelled through the door, “I know you’re here, Bliss! Open up!”
“Shit.”
I made no effort to be gentle as I picked Hamlet up from Garrick’s lap, and plopped her on the couch. I almost didn’t even notice the growl; it had become so commonplace.
I grabbed Garrick, and pulled him to his feet. I had no idea where to put him, but decided the bathroom was probably better than the bedroom, seeing as it actually had a door.
I pushed him inside with a quick, “I’m sorry. I’ll get rid of her, I promise.”
If only we had gone to his place.
I rubbed at my lips, hoping they weren’t as swollen as they felt. I ran a hand over my hair, and when I was certain there was nothing glaringly out of place, I opened the door.
Kelsey breezed past me, “It’s about damn time. What were you doing?”
I faked a yawn.
“Oh, you know, just lazing around.”
She rolled her eyes, and looked at me like I was the frustrating one.
“It’s a good thing I came over then. I’m not about to let you stay home on a Saturday night moping about the thing with Cade.”
She snatched my wrist, and pulled me into my bedroom. So, the bathroom had been the right choice.
“I’m not moping!” I said. “And how do you know about the thing with Cade?”
“Because everyone knows, honey. Which, btw, I’m pissed that you didn’t tell me all that drama was happening.”
Great.
“There’s really not that much drama. We’ll patch things up soon, I’m sure,” I said.
“Oh honey, you didn’t hear? Cade almost turned down the role in Phaedra. He didn’t, thank God. Rusty talked him out of it. But I wouldn’t call that ‘not much drama.’”
I sank on to my bed, my insides twisting like a wrung out rag. Cade was that upset? He would give up that great of a part just so that he didn’t have to be around me?
Kelsey’s voice came to me from my closet, and I had déjà-vu of the night that this whole thing started. She started pulling out tops and skirts, and I asked, “What are you doing?”
“We’re going out. You need to remember that a world exists outside your apartment.”
“No, Kelsey, I’d really rather not.” I thought about Garrick in my bathroom, and wondered if he could hear us.
“Tough shit. I’m not giving you a choice. I haven’t been dancing forever, and I need a wing-woman.”
I groaned and flopped back on my bed. She dropped a skirt on my face.
“Get dressed.”
Then I remembered the perfect excuse, “I can’t. I’ve got dinner cooking.”
“Great. I’m starving. What are we having?”
Sometimes I thought my life would be easier if I were friendless.
I returned to the kitchen, and she followed. I’d left the sauce on a little too long and it had burnt around the edges. So much for not screwing up spaghetti.
“Geez woman, were you planning to eat away your troubles? You made enough for three people!” I just shrugged. I had nothing to explain why I was cooking for two people (one with a very large appetite).