He had admitted that night that they were together that he had been too nervous the first night she had come over to do anything. And he was blushing on occasion. But boys are weird and I, your narrator, am a chic – so don’t ask me.
So Monday was normal. Monday Kate and the boy behaved as they had the previous week. They absolutely did not let on that anything had happened between them but smiled at each other when no one was looking and tried to play it cool.
Tuesday the boy asked Kate to go somewhere with him after work and she wanted to so badly but couldn’t because she hadn’t made previous arrangements. She was super bummed about that. But she knew it was for the best that she wasn’t too available.
And besides, he called her that night. And they talked for a little while. And he was totally sweet on the phone. And that made Kate smile.
The following day, the boy was off of work. But he had some work stuff to deal with and came to work anyway. When he left, he called Kate and asked her to find a phone number for him in his office and after she did he said, “Oh and one more thing…” and Kate, thinking that he still needed info from the file she had just set down, picked the file back up. But the boy said, “are you available tonight?”
Kate set the file back down and leaned back in her chair smiling to herself. “I think so,” she answered.
“Good.”
So even though things didn’t go as the two of them had planned, they still managed to get together that night for another movie at his place.
They had drinks and frozen pizza and watched Miami Vice (which Kate didn’t particularly care for). Kate had a difficult time paying attention to the movie with the boy sitting right there next to her. He kept breathing. And being cute. And was sitting right there. All of those things were terribly distracting to Kate and she quickly lost interest in Colin Ferrel and whatever he was doing in Miami.
At eight, Kate asked him to pause the movie so she could make a phone call. She called her brother who was complaining about a large bruise he had on his arm. After hanging up Kate explained the call to the boy and then showed him a huge bruise she had on her foot. He asked her if it hurt. She said that it did. And then he kissed her. Four times. And then sat back and brushed her hair back from her face and said, “I hope that makes it feel better.”
But Kate couldn’t remember anything hurting.
In fact, I checked with Kate this morning and she still couldn’t remember anything hurting. The kisses were that good.
They sat back on the couch and continued to watch the movie even though Kate wasn’t even thinking about the movie anymore. And then the boy fell asleep and Kate got up and grabbed the remote and fast forwarded to the end so she wouldn’t have to watch it any more. The boy woke up as the credits started rolling and said, “Wow, it’s over?!” And Kate just smiled because she is a really bad liar.
Then they sat on the couch and talked and he played with her hair and she fiddled with the hair on his leg. They talked about being stressed and Kate told him that she kept all of her stress in her shoulders and then reached over and showed him where by squeezing his shoulder. Which made him make a noise that Kate liked. A lot. She had him sit up and rubbed his shoulders which caused him to make more of the same noises and break out in chill bumps. All of which Kate liked.
This of course led to making out, as it typically does. And then led to the room with the bed in it once again.
And this time, when they were in the room with the bed it in, they weren’t quite so nervous as they had been the first time. Which led to a lot of communication. Which in turn led to one hell of a night in the room with the bed in it.
When the two of them were laying there content afterwards, Kate told him she had fastforwarded the movie. Because she just couldn’t deal with that lie.
Later he walked Kate to the car and kissed her goodnight again.
Labels: At work, Being a Chic, My pathetic excuse for a love life
