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And then there was me.
I felt stuck in the middle. Unsure where to go. Uncomfortable in my own house.
K1: Since you’re still awake…
I’m not surprised he’s more forward with this text. Even though he has to know I’m going to shoot him down.
ME: I’m in bed.
K1: Want company?
Ha! Of course I do. I’d love nothing more than for him to climb in my window the way he used to when I was in high school. He’d drop me off after our dates, making sure I made it home before curfew, then park around the block, sneaking through the neighbors yard and climbing in my window to spend the night with me.
We got caught once. By my brother who for some reason, never told on me.
ME: You know that’s not a good idea. Goodnight, Kane.
K1: I think it’s a great idea. If sure FELT like a great idea last time. And the time before.
Oh, he’s gonna go there? Remind me how weak I am when it comes to him. How I bend to his will time and time again because for some reason, my head and my heart can’t seem to get on the same page.
ME: Just because I gave in once doesn’t mean I plan to give in again.
Lies! All lies!
He knows it. I know it. I’ve been lying to everyone around me for years now. Including myself.
K1: Nine.
ME: Nine what?
K1: You’ve given in nine times.
He’s counting? How immature.
Though, he’s wrong. It was ten times if you count the night we went for round two. That was a fun night. I wasn’t thinking about all the drama between us, or the many reasons we shouldn’t have been doing what we were doing. I was focused on the look in his eyes, the pounding of my heart, and the sweet bliss that I knew would follow.
K1: What? No witty comeback?
ME: I’m tired. I don’t have time for this. I’m going to sleep.
K1: Why is your light on then?
That motherfucker!
He’s here. Probably outside my window. Just waiting for me to open it and invite him in.
Well, I have news for him…
Marching over to window, I quickly throw back my curtains, unlock it, and slide up the old wooden frame, the cool November air assaulting me. It’s snowed twice, then melted. It was unseasonably warm last week and now it’s back to feeling like winter here in Michigan. Mother nature always seems to have her panties in a twist this time of year. Once minute it’s nice out, the next there’s a foot of snow on the ground and your eyes sting when you walk outside.
“Hello, bug,” Kane says as he approaches my window, the light from my room casting a glow on his face.
“I shouldn’t be surprised you’d show up like this. Invite yourself over. Think I’d bow to your request.”
“I was actually hoping you might beg tonight,” he says, lowering his voice as he leans through the open window. His lips curve into a devious smile as he adds, “Maybe on your knees.”
If anyone’s begging, it’s him. To be slapped.
