“Trent! What are you doing?!” I squeal when the cold air hits my nude body.
He steps out of the tub and heads for my bedroom, a lascivious grin etched on his face. “I'm getting ready to give that sexy body of yours some serious attention.”
“Oh my god! You're getting everything wet!” I whine as he stalks through the hall, sounds of squeaky shoes echoing off of the hardwood floor. Once he steps into my bedroom, he throws me down on the bed, and I laugh as my butt hits the mattress.
Oh god, how I've missed him.
Being with him. Letting him take charge of my body and do wicked, delicious things to me.
“I most certainly am going to get everything wet.” He gives me a mischievous grin before starting his assault on my now very wet and stark-naked body. All thoughts of Frank and Trent moving back to Seattle are long gone. Right now, I'm only thinking about how good he feels, how much my body is yearning for him to be inside of me.
And my body gets exactly what she desires for hours and hours and hours…
Chapter Thirty-Three
“In order to get what you really want, you have to take your balls in your hand and put yourself out there, vulnerable and exposed.”
Trent's flight was delayed for a few hours, and Amy decides that it's high time I enjoy a Friday night out with her. Friday night Karaoke at Murphy's Pub. This used to always be our little October ritual. Johnny started this tradition a few years back, and every Friday night in October, we'd get sloshed and watch people make fools of themselves singing Like A Virgin, as if they were actually Madonna. I agree fairly enthusiastically to the much needed night out, and I'm extremely happy to see my sister Lizzy tag along.
Things have been really rough on her over the past few months, but I've seen a change in her. She's different, in a good way, a better way. She's really taking time for herself, finding out who she is and what she wants. I support her in anything she decides, and right now, Lizzy has decided to divorce Matt.
She just recently got back to Charlotte from another week-long trip to Louisville. She spent time with Matt, with my parents. Things were said, feelings were expressed, and it sounds like divorce is her final decision.
She broke this news to me yesterday. I held my breath, prepared for her to be a sobbing mess, but I was surprised to see that she was calm, collected, and completely rational. I just want her to be happy. I just want Lizzy to have the life she wants, not the life someone else wants for her, and that's what I think really happened with her and Matt. He had an idea of who he wanted Lizzy to be in his head, and well, that wasn't the person she wanted to be.
I've only had a few, far too short phone conversations with Trent over the past couple of days while he's been in Seattle. I'm avoiding the whole conversation of Trent moving back home. Dr. Grey is due to come back from his medical leave of absence in less than a week, and the thought of Trent leaving me is pretty much eating me alive.
I hate it, and I'm too scared to hear him say the words, so what do I do? I continue to be a chicken shit and avoid. I'm avoiding the conversation, I change the subject whenever he brings it up, and I can feel it in his voice that this is driving him crazy. The last time I talked to him, he sternly told me, "Damnit, Ellie. You can't keep avoiding this conversation. When I get home tonight, we are going to have a nice long chat and you are going to listen to every single word I have to say, even if I have to scream it through a god damn megaphone."
What could I say to that?
Trent is a patient man, but when the time comes for him to make his message known, his patience goes out the window. I'd say we're at that point. I just hope I can hold it together when he breaks my heart. I know what you're thinking…
Why don't you just move to Seattle with him?
And I would do that in a heartbeat if he wanted me to, but I'm not sure he does. The past few weeks have been rough, and my subconscious keeps telling me that Trent Hamilton needs a break from Ellen James's craziness. I know the attack and my closed-off, emotionless state I was walking around in for weeks have been a huge strain on him. I could see it in his eyes as each day passed.
So what am I going to do about it?
I'm not sure of my exact plan of action, but giving him some time and then stalking him in Seattle is on the list of possibilities. I just don't think I can let him go.
He's it for me.
Amy, Lizzy, and I take a seat at one of the high top bar tables toward the front of the makeshift stage. Johnny brought us over a few beers and now we're just sitting here, enjoying the ambiance that is drunken karaoke. The song list has ranged from Don't Stop Believin' to Baby Got Back. A whole lot of classiness all up in this pub.
I'm enjoying this time with my best friend and my sister. We're laughing and cutting up about each boozed-up singer that graces the stage. There is nothing like a good night of watching people who think they are the next Adele, sing their little hearts out. There has yet to be any true talent, but enthusiasm and interesting dance moves help to make up for a lot.