Yes, that is my mother. A prude to the Nth degree.
But this morning in this situation, it wouldn’t really matter. Standing here naked in front of this guy probably wouldn’t phase him since I’m not a dude. Plus, he’s one of Patrick’s boyfriends. No potential for interest from him.
Woody scurries through the door seeming a bit freaked out and I look back behind my shoulder to see him hiding underneath a chair, his tiny teeth bared like he’s some terrifying monster.
Turning back to Theo, my face scrunches in question.
“What the hell is going on here?”
“I’m sorry,” he pants. “I can’t do it. I’ve tried to do exactly as Pat instructed, but he’s a little terror and won’t do as he’s told!”
Theo runs a hand down his stressed-out face and I sort of feel bad for the guy.
Not too bad, considering he interrupted a potentially really good dream.
“What are you talking about? And where’s Patrick?”
Theo takes a step forward into my entryway and then stops.
“Uh, is it okay if I come in?”
I give him the go-ahead and gesture him in. I’m already awake and out of bed, what’s another few minutes? Theo moves into the hallway as I close the door behind him and I hear Woody growling like a mad dog.
Turning to face him, I cross my arms underneath my boobs and ask again.
“Care to tell me what’s going on? Why do you have Woody and what is it that you’re trying to do?”
The first thing I notice is that Theo’s eyes move to my chest, landing there for a moment before returning to my face. I’m not sure what he’s looking at, so I follow his path down and see my nipples are poking out of my t-shirt. I guess they are a little hard not to notice, even if he is gay.
He continues with shaky breath, as if he’s just run a marathon. “Patrick is gone. Left for China yesterday. I’m watching his apartment and Woody for the next two months while he’s overseas.”
Theo bends over at his waist and his hands land on his knees. I think he might be hyperventilating.
His breaths are choppy. Winded. When I place my hand gently on his back, he startles.
“Sorry…why don’t you come sit down. You’re not looking well.”
I guide him over to my couch and he sits down, as I stand over him.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Woody slowly slink out from underneath the chair.
“Come ‘ere, Woody.”
Woody prances over to me and I pick him up, cradling him in my arms and stroking the top of his head.
I’m kind of surprised to hear that Patrick left the care of his precious pup to this guy, who obviously doesn’t know Woody at all. Or even seem to like him. And it’s obvious how Woody feels about him.
Why wouldn’t Pat leave him in my care? He knows I love the furry little guy as if he were my own. And for that matter, why didn’t Pat inform me he was leaving? I knew he was going on a business trip because he mentioned it the other night when I came over. The night I met Theo. But it seems weird that Pat didn’t come say goodbye to me.
I’ll deal with giving Pat a piece of my mind later. For now, I need to resolve this problem so I can climb back into my bed.
Theo leans forward, places his elbows on his knees which make the cut of his biceps underneath his t-shirt bulge, before looking up at me with imploringly eyes.
The other night when we met, all I really saw was his face shielded by his baseball cap and within minutes, he had fallen asleep. His eyes hadn’t been on display like they are now.
But now that I have a good vantage point, I can see what Pat finds appealing about him.
Theo’s very handsome. Not in a rugged way, but not complete pretty-boy either. He has a nice jawline that dips down into a pointed chin, his narrow nose creating a perfect symmetry in his face. His dark blond hair is swept to the right as if he’s run his hands through it all morning.
