Good Enough(48)
About half an hour later we heard the bathroom door open. I picked my head up off Jameson’s chest and looked at him for a response. He looked down at me and rested his head back down. He didn’t say anything. He just let out a long, frustrated sigh.
“Maybe you should just wait until tomorrow to talk to her. Let her sleep on it and you too. It’s late.” I tell him.
He lets out another frustrated sigh. “Yeah, I guess.” He responds.
“I’ll go home early. Leave you two alone to chat.”
“No. I don’t want you to go home. You don’t have to.” He exclaims.
“Sssshhhh! It’s okay. I have a feeling my name is going to be brought up. You can’t tell me you haven’t noticed how her attitude has changed towards me since we got engaged.” I remind him. “I’m not trying to start shit, Jameson. I’m just pointing out the facts.”
“I know. I know. She’s not being fair, and it’s not cool. If I talk to her now I’ll probably blow up and I don’t have the energy for that right now.”
“Exactly. Get out of your clothes and cuddle with me under the covers.” I tell him.
And that is exactly what we did.
June 7, 2002
There’s something bright shining on my face. There is also something poking me in the butt. I can’t help but giggle. Jameson wraps his arm over me and pulls me closer to him. He moans softly in my ear while laying gentle kisses on the back of my neck. His goatee prickling my skin sending happy shivers down my spine.
“That sun is seriously bright this morning. What time is it?” I ask.
“Yeah it is. Clock says 9:17.”
“I could stay in bed with you all day. I’m so comfortable. I don’t want to get up.” I tell him.
“So don’t. We don’t have to be anywhere. We’ll only get up to eat and pee. We’ll watch movies. I’ll hold you tight. Kiss your neck, kiss under your ear lobe where it really turns you on. My hands will massage all over your sinfully beautiful body.”
“Mm! That sounds perfect but you’re forgetting something. That awesome talk with your mom you get to have. I have to get up and get the fuck out of here to somewhere safe.” I say smiling. “I’m going to take a shower and then I am outta here.”
When I open the door I don’t hear any noise. I find that oddly strange because Marcie is always here in the morning. Whether she is reading the newspaper at the table, watching TV or cleaning, she’s always here, but today she isn’t. I shrug my shoulders and give myself a mental ‘whatever’, take off my jewelry and hop in the shower.
I think I hear voices outside of the bathroom, so I pause for a moment so I can determine if it’s Marcie or not. It’s mumbled but it’s female. It must be her. I take a deep breath and say a silent prayer to myself that I can get out of the apartment without any uncomfortable interactions. I hear a quick knock on the door immediately followed by a cold draft. “It’s just me Marcie. Don’t mind me. Just quickly brushing my hair.”
Holy fuck I’m naked in here. I know this is her apartment but this is really uncomfortable.
“Uh, okay.” I reply awkwardly. A short moment later I felt another cold draft and heard the door shut. I pull back the shower curtain to take a peek and she is gone. Phew! Once I finish rinsing out my conditioner I shut the water off, squeeze out the water from hair, pull back the shower curtain and grab a towel to wrap around my hair. I grab a second towel, quickly pat my body then wrap it around myself and step out. I’m trying to listen to what is going on the opposite side of the door to determine when is a good time to get out so I can dart across the hall in to Jameson’s bedroom so I can get dressed. After a few short moments it sounds like the coast is clear and most of the noise I hear sounds like its coming from the kitchen area. I open the door as quietly and possible and leap across the hall, push myself in to the room and close the door.
As I’m getting dressed the bedroom door opens. It’s Jameson. My overnight bag is on the bed and I’m packing up my clothes to head home. He stands there just looking at me with a sad puppy dog face. He bows his head a little, looks up at me with his eyes and pushes out his bottom lip. I can’t help but laugh. I pick up my bag off the bed, sling it over my shoulder, grab Jameson’s hand and walk out to head home.
Marcie is in the bathroom washing her hands with the door open. She doesn’t acknowledge me, so I keep walking the short distance to the front door. I drop my bag on the floor, slip my shoes on and pull Jameson in to a tight hug.
“Call me later, okay?” I request.