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With my face mask drying, we moved on to the final touch: painting my fingernails. Tamara selected a pretty shade of pastel pink, and I watched as she deftly applied the nail polish with a steady hand. The scent of nail polish filled the air as we chatted and laughed, my earlier awkwardness giving way to a sense of bonding.
The spa night had not only refreshed my body but also lifted my spirits, thanks to Tamara's friendly presence and her magical touch. It was another unexpected and delightful experience in Moab, and I felt a deeper connection with the people in this enchanting place.
After the spa night, I couldn't thank Tamara enough for the incredible pampering and the chance to unwind. She had worked her magic, and when I looked at my reflection in her bathroom mirror, I couldn't help but feel beautiful, a stark contrast to the dirt and sweat I'd become accustomed to at the ranch.
Tamara smiled warmly at me, her eyes filled with satisfaction. "You look absolutely stunning, Casey. It was a pleasure treating you. Anytime you need a little pampering, you know where to find me."
With a grateful heart, I left Tamara's place and returned to our rental for the night. As I sipped on a glass of water before bed, I relished in the newfound sense of beauty and serenity that Tamara's spa night had provided.
But just as I was getting ready to turn in for the night, a key turned in the knob, and the door to the rental swung open. In walked Brett and Christian. I blinked in surprise as they entered, both looking a bit disheveled.
"What happened?" I asked, concern in my voice.
Brett ran a hand through his hair, a sheepish grin on his face. "Well, we had a little mishap at the ranch house. The roof decided to spring a leak. We decided it was best to crash here for the night until we can get it sorted."
I couldn't help but feel a twinge of nervousness. The spa night with Tamara had left me feeling beautiful and refreshed, but I couldn't shake the worry of how Christian might react.
To my surprise, Christian just stood there, staring at me for a few moments without saying a word. I furrowed my brow, puzzled by his silence. "What?" I asked, my voice tinged with uncertainty.
Brett, ever the instigator, nudged Christian with an amused grin. "You're supposed to say something, buddy."
Christian blinked, as if coming back to reality, and finally found his voice. "You...you look different."
A puzzled look spread across my face as I met his gaze. "Different in a good way, I hope."
Christian's eyes softened, and he returned the smile. "Definitely."
Brett, always the practical one, decided to move things along. "Alright, let's keep the show running. TV time!" He turned on the television and grabbed a blanket, tossing it at Christian. "You can crash on the couch, man."
Christian was still gazing at me with an affectionate look, and Brett playfully interrupted his thoughts by smacking him with a pillow. I couldn't help but giggle at their antics before deciding to retreat into the kitchen to fill up a glass of water.
As I stood at the kitchen sink, I couldn't deny the butterflies in my stomach. Christian's earlier words had left a warm feeling.
CHAPTER 4
Christian: Wood & Fences
Lying on the couch, I listened to the soothing sound of raindrops tapping against the windows. The soft, rhythmic melody of the rain played in the background, but my thoughts were far from the weather. They were centered on Casey and the transformation I had witnessed earlier that night.
I couldn't help but replay the moment when Casey had walked in. Her beauty had taken me by surprise, a breathtaking sight I hadn't anticipated. Casey's radiance had shone through, and I found myself captivated by her.
As I lay there in the dimly lit living room, lost in my thoughts, I became aware of the subtle movement in the kitchen. Glancing in that direction, I saw Casey. She had gotten up for another glass of water, and her presence in the kitchen drew my attention like a magnet.
I watched her silently, a mixture of fascination and affection in my gaze as she moved gracefully about the kitchen. Her every move seemed to exude a newfound confidence, a quiet allure that I couldn't look away from. It was as if the night had unveiled a different side of her, a side I found myself deeply drawn to.
Casey emerged from the kitchen, a glass of water in her hand, and suddenly, her eyes met mine. She was taken aback, not expecting to find me awake and observing her. A brief, awkward moment hung between us, but then a small, genuine smile crossed her lips.
"Couldn't sleep either?" she asked, her voice gentle.
I shook my head. "The rain's too noisy." My words were true, but the presence of Casey in the room had also become a welcome distraction from the storm outside.
She walked over and sat on the couch beside me. She had on a t-shirt that was too big and shorts that were too short. I wanted to rip them both off of her.
I looked at her like I was thirsty and she was my water.
“What? Why do you keep looking at me like that?” She asked.
I cleared my throat and looked at the television, trying to guide my attention away. “I just, uh, you’re really pretty.” My eyes didn’t leave the television. My heart started beating faster. I couldn’t look at her. I heard her silently chuckle. Why was I feel like this? We’d known each other forever. She did look really pretty, though. “Tyler really messed up,” I mumbled.
