Saturday, December 3, 2011

Steam up your windows Part Nine

He stood in the bathroom, his back against the sink, his arms crossed over his chest.  He noticed for the first time that there was a small crack in the third tile of the shower on the far side. He'd have to remember to go to the hardware store. Caleb couldn't hide in the toilet all night even though he was mad as hell at Estelle right now, he knew she'd seen him come in the apartment and would be knocking on the door before long. 


Turning to face his reflection in the mirror he took a deep breath and waited.  The dark haired man felt a pang of sick heat.  At first he thought it was just the beer he'd had but only it wasn't really coming from his stomach as much as it was his chest. His right hand went straight to the area landing flat.  Heartburn, only not the food related kind.  
God, he hated sometimes the fact he loved her.  Splashing cold water on his face Caleb took one more look at himself in the mirror.  He looked tired, down right exhausted.  Opening the bathroom door he shuffled into the bedroom. 


Estelle was sitting on the right side of the bed dressed in her black yoga pants and a grey tee shirt of her favourite sports hero, reading a book. Caleb's eyes darted back and forth as he willed himself to stay calm to not run across the length of the room and grab her; to not kiss her.  
What he did do was shuffle his way to the end of the bed and just flop down on it face first on the left side.  


"How long you been here?"  he hoped he sounded normal. 


"Twenty minutes. Would have waited another ten before calling you or leaving. You went out." The redhead put down her book on the bed her hand going instinctively to his hair.  She loved playing with the short dark spikes and Caleb loved the way her fingertips felt.  Though he'd never admit that in a million years. 


Pulling himself up on his arms, he repositioned himself so that he was laying on the pillow rolling over on his side facing her. Picking up her book he scanned the cover of it wanting to know what she was reading this week.  Some biography about a chef.  He grunted as he leaned over her placing the book carefully on the floor then kissed her. 

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Part 10 soon

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