Displaced–2
“I don’t have a problem with it.”
“Oh, okay. Bye!”
“Wait! Cassie-”
Handing the phone back to Liz, I signed the receipt and accepted the bags, ignoring her
look of distaste as I walked out of the store.
The idea of being alone with Seth was more intimating than it had ever been. I’d always been super safe–feeling and comfy with him. Since this ‘feeling‘ was new territory I took
my time grocery shopping and when I was finished with that I stopped at the park. It was
cold enough that nothing would thaw out and the swing sets had always helped me deal
with the small bouts of drama in my life.
Going up to the swing sets, I tore my shoes and socks off, sinking my toes into the sand. It squished and separated as I took steps foreword. When I sat on the swing, the metal chrome–colored rings dug into my hands as I held on tight before pumping my legs to
gain height.
I pumped my legs until they hurt, got so high my heart leaped into my chest, but it did
what it was supposed to do. It kept me from thinking, and with every piece of my hair
snapping into my eyes due to the rough wind that followed each back and forth swings, I
knew it was what I needed.
It started getting dark quick, unnoticeably so too. I’d been caught deep into my ‘no- thinking–for–Cassie” zone that I almost worried about Edy’s ice cream I’d grabbed. I
wanted to hide from Seth’s haunted, angry look that had been directed at me forever, but I’ll be damned if I let my mint chocolate chip ice cream suffer from my fear.
“I don’t want to fight,” I whispered, feeling slightly panicked as I got off the swing and reached for my discarded shoes and socks.
I didn’t bother putting them on, I just gathered them close to my chest and headed
towards Ethan’s car. Driving barefoot may have been one of my dirtier habits, but the pedals against the soles of my feet made me feel like I had more control. Something I was lacking in all aspects of my life at the moment, so I’d get it where I could.
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Displaced 22
By the time I was att Ethan’s apartment, the sun had fully set and the uneasiness in my chest at being allome with Seth disappeared as I saw Ethan’s SUV. Il exhaled slowly, got o gathered the groceries, and made the semi–long trek to the fancy window elevator.
Tonight was going to be the night. Even after that small hiccup. Seth wanted this; it wa something he’d made very clear in the beginning. I wanted this.. Etham–well I think he wanted this too. It was okay to move forward now that we’d gottem familiar with each
other intimately.
The elevator dinged and the doors opened to Ethan’s floor.
Shuffling out, I reached Ethan’s door and twisted the knob. With my hip, I pushed it ope and dragged the bags to the kitchen. I did the shopping,, so I didn’t want to put it away
but decided I would take one for the team so we could get to business (quicker.
Hopefully, sex business and not shout business,” I mumbled under my breath as I put
away the last item.
It was quiet. I hadn’t noticed until the crinkling off plastic and paper bags had stopped. This meant they weren’t in the living room.. Ethan’s apartment was nice. Higher on the high–end side, but he rented it for its simplicity. There were a total of three rooms: the
kitchen, the living room, and Ethan’s bedroom,, which was attached to the bathroom.
The bedroom.
I rubbed my hands together and darted for the door only to find the area empty as well. The pitter–patter of water falling pulled me towards the bathroom.
The door was cracked enough that the moisture from the steam of the shower clung to i skin as I fanned it out of my face and stuck my float (out, nudging the door open with my big toe.
I stood there and watched them.. The watter ffalling from the rain can showerhead above Ethan and Seth seemed to use their bodies like a playground. It played, it sculpted, it ev rested in the dips of their shoulders and where their bellies touched. In a dictionary, the definition of beautiful would have a picture of this scene right next to it as an example..
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V for Virgin!
