He cocked his head to the side and told me that I was being weird again. It wasn’t the first time that I heard it, and I had a feeling that it wasn't going to be the last, either.
“Call me weird if you want, but it's the truth.”
I gave him a kiss, and even though I hadn't meant for it to go anywhere, it quickly became quite clear that I was not going to be able to stop what was already in play. His hands on my body was the only answer that I needed. The rest of it, we could worry about that later. I fell into his arms again and this time, I didn't even try to stop the fall. Why did I have to? When everything felt so right, why did I have to pretend that it was even a question?
I didn't want to think about anything. I just wanted to feel. Frank was next to me, beside me, and then quickly inside of me. That was all that mattered and the rest I could figure out later. That's what I told myself, anyway. I didn't know if I believed that, but it sounded good in theory.
I think I was legitimately having one of the best weeks of my life. Everything just clicked with me and Frank. It was so easy to be around him. It was like we had never separated. We started dating again, going out like we did that summer. I don't know why, but I ignored everything, didn't even find my phone, and I was okay with it. I wasn't worried about the outside world. I wasn't concerned with Paris and Chicago. All I was worried about was spending some time with Frank. It felt like we owed it to ourselves, considering we had waited so long.
Every day it was like a gift and I was not going to waste it. We did all sorts of things together, and we were around each other twenty-four seven. It was different, but I don't think I could have played it out better in my mind.
It had been a week that we had been staying at my grandfather’s house. Since the place held so many memories, I really didn't mind, but then I wanted to know why we never went to his place. When I said something about it, he got defensive, and it made me think that there was a reason for it.
Part of me just wanted to let it go. It was obvious, for whatever reason, that he did not want to share that information. I should have just let it go. We were having the perfect time, and if it wasn't bothering me so much, I’d like to think that I really would have let it go. I fear that maybe I wouldn't have.
“Well, if you don't want to go to your place now, maybe we can stay there tonight. I mean it's not like I haven't already seen the place.”
He made a noncommittal sound and again I could not understand why he acted the way he did. Of course, the first thing that came to my head was that he was hiding something. Why else would he refuse to take me back to his place? It was fishy and I wanted to know why. How could I enjoy our time together, when there was something always in the back of my head wondering?
“So, you want to stay here tonight?”
I was expecting him to say yes, that had been the way things had gone thus far. When he told me no, I didn't know how to react.
“What?”
“I'm not going to be able to stay here tonight. This is kind of my week off from life, but it starts back on Monday. I have to get back to work.”
I knew that he had an investment business to run. It was important to him because he talked about it quite a few times. It was his way of proving to his family that he could do things himself. He even told me that he had given back the money that his father had tried to basically bribe him with. Frank was very proud of that fact. I could tell when he talked about it.
It was not unreasonable by any means. We had been completely obsessed with each other for quite a while now. It's not like I was sick of him, but I didn't want him to get sick of me, either.
“Of course, you have to go. I don't know what I was thinking. I just got a little too used to you being around, I guess.”
He told me not to sweat it and said something about wishing that he could stay. I believed he really thought that way, but we both knew that it wouldn't be possible.
Will I see you tomorrow?”
“How about I pick you up about nine and we'll go get some late dinner?”
“Do you work that late?”
“Not always, but I will most likely have to tomorrow. I've been gone for a while, so I'm sure that there is a lot that I will have to handle from my absence.”
He gave me a kiss and we said our goodbyes. It's not like this was the first time that it happened. But it was the first time that I was so bothered by it.
As I was leaving, I still had a little bit of suspicion and questioned why he was acting so strange. Whatever the reason, there was just some feeling that what he was telling me wasn't completely true. I don't know why I felt like he was keeping something from me. Maybe it was something important.
Maybe it was some secret that as soon as I found out about it, I would know that what we had together wasn’t real. I didn't understand why he was so adamant about me not coming over to his house. I felt like there was a
