Lauren took a week’s vacation about a month after I was home and she and I spent a week with my mom on the beach. Lauren loved it. She was a bigger kid than Caroline was and spent her days hunting sea glass, playing dumb little girl games, sitting on the beach with binoculars searching for dolphins and shopping. Caroline loved her just as much as Lauren loved Caroline. It was funny. I never pictured Lauren being good around little girls. She was.
My mom made sure that Lauren and I had a room so that we didn’t have to bunk with Caroline although Caroline camped with us all but two of the six nights we were there. It was mid-August, and one night Caroline insisted that we sleep on the beach and watch the meteor shower. It was the perfect night for it. We all lay out on the beach, including my mom, on top of sleeping bags and watched the fireball sky. The last count that we had was somewhere in the ballpark of a hundred. Some of them were quick and small, and some of them felt like they were coming right at us. I had never watched a meteor shower before. It was amazing, and Caroline had so many wishes. It was comical. I myself made only one wish. I wished that the baby growing inside of me would be Dawson’s.
On the fifth day that we were there Drew called.
We were eating breakfast on the private deck, goofing off with Caroline. My heart sank when I saw his name. What the fuck. I needed him not to call. I needed to stay as far away from him as possible, and I sure as hell didn’t need to hear his voice right now.
“Hello,” I cautiously answered.
“Hey, where are you?” he asked, no hey beautiful, I miss you, nothing just a cold tone. I should have been happy that he wasn’t being nice. It should have made it easier, but it didn’t. I wanted him to want me. It was dumb, but none the less, it was what I wanted.
“I’m at my mom’s with Lauren. Why?”
“I’m flying there so that you can sign a power of attorney,” he said.
“For what?”
“So that I can work. I have a stack of shit on my desk that needs your signature. I need you to sign a power of attorney so that I don’t have to rely on you to take care of it.”
“Okay,” I replied. I didn’t care about that. I wouldn’t know what I was signing anyway. “When are you coming?”
“I should be there by three.”
“Today?!?” I asked shocked. I didn’t mean to sound so surprised. It just came out that way.
“Is that a problem?”
“No. That will be fine,” I answered. It wasn’t fine.
I didn’t want to see Drew. I couldn’t see Drew.
“See ya later then,” he replied and hung up.
I called Dawson and told him that he was coming.
I wasn’t going to feel guilty for him being there and hiding it from him. I was done with that. Dawson was okay with it. He trusted me.
Stupid boy…
The only thing that Dawson was concerned with was me signing something that was going to leave me with nothing and I would give it all to Drew. I didn’t care. I didn’t want any of it. I had a four thousand dollar a month trust fund for the rest of my life without having anything to do with diamonds, stores, stocks, negotiations or conference calls. That was more money than I had ever had in my life and more than enough to live on.
I was a nervous wreck the entire afternoon. I’m not sure why. I had a feeling he would pop in and out. I bet that he didn’t mention the baby or anything else about us. I was right.
I was in Lauren’s and my shared room, taking a shower and getting ready. I knew it was stupid, but I wanted to look nice for him. I pulled on blue short shorts and a pink cami that made my breasts look bigger than they actually were. Well, maybe they were a little bigger. I was just finishing up with my make up when I heard the tap on the door. I thought it was Caroline. It wasn’t even two yet.
“It’s open,” I called, spritzing a dab of perfume on.
I froze. I wasn’t expecting to see Drew.
Really vagina?
I hadn’t had that response in quite some time, and I had almost forgotten all about the arguments that I had with my own sex. He looked good. I mean really good. I had lived with the man for six years and never saw him in a pair of jeans. He was in jeans that looked delicious on him, a tight gray t-shirt that showed that he was ripped. He had been using the new equipment in the gym. I smirked a little. I knew he had dressed for me too. He had a thin beard almost in a line along his jaw line. It was sexy as hell.
His eyes scanned my body and then back to my eyes. He closed the door, and my heart started to beat out of my chest.
Fuck, fuck and fuck…
He walked to me with half a smile while I still stood like some sort of stupid, destitute derelict. He picked up the black sea glass hanging from around my neck and smiled as if he was saying, I own you. Jesus H.
Christ did he smell good. What happened next probably bought me a one way ticket straight to hell. He kissed me. I kissed him back. I still hadn’t spoken when he turned to lock the door.
Shit.
He lifted his shirt over his head, and I swear I felt an orgasm coming on. I don’t think my clitoris had ever throbbed like that from the sight of anything, ever.
“Take your clothes off,” he demanded in a low ass sexy tone.