glutton for punishment apparently because this clearly was not going to help my feelings go away.
I snuggled under the blanket with my throw pillow. I knew I was tense under there and I hoped he would think that it was from the movie. Towards the end, it started to get very weird (the movie that was) and I was totally bugged out. I did not think the three beers I had helped either or the one to follow. I had given up using the pillow and adopted Tim’s shoulder instead. Oddly, he did not seem to mind. At a couple of points, I think he wanted to use mine.
I found my whole body under the blanket at the end of the movie, head included. It was definitely an awkward situation in the making. Tim poked his head under, “Hey, scaredy cat. The movie is over.”
“Ok,” I said but I did not move.
“Are you coming out?” It was a very legitimate question.
“Someday,” I responded.
He laughed. “Be right back.” I heard movement. He lifted the blanket. “Ok, here.” He handed me another beer and some Doritos.
I gave him a weird look. “What’s this for?”
“Well, if you’re going to live under the blanket, you’re going to need supplies.”
Now I laughed. “Beer and Doritos are supplies?”
“Yup.” He was still under there with me. He smelled so good. I could not breathe. I had to get out but he was so close. My heart was pounding. I chugged down the beer hoping that would help.
“Whoa, there. Thirsty much?
“Actually, yeah. Do you have any water?”
“Yeah.” He left. I could breathe again. I got out from under the blanket because now I just felt silly under there. Tim came back with a glass of water and the next thing I knew I was drenched.
“Oh my God, Sam. I am so sorry! I tripped on the computer wire.”
“Geez, Tim. You could have let me run home if you wanted me to get wet,” I joked.
He laughed. “I’ll remember that next time. Let me get you a dry shirt.”
Good thing I was not wearing a white shirt, I thought. He came back with a T-shirt and I went into the bathroom to change. I was feeling a bit tipsy at this point and checked things out. I did not see any extra toothbrushes or girly things. Hmm…When I came out I asked how Stacy was doing.
“Uh,” he hesitated. “We broke up.”
Interesting. “Oh, really? Danny said we were supposed to double on Friday.”
“Yeah, it kind of just happened this morning and I haven’t talked to him yet.”
“Oh, well, I’m sorry. That’s too bad about Stacy.” Woo hoo! I mean, that was horrible.
“Is it?” He suddenly had a strange look on his face.
“Um, I guess?” He smelled like heaven. He was also still staring at me.
“Sam, I’m glad you came by.”
“Unintentionally,” I added.
“Unintentionally.” We kind of stood there looking at each other for a moment. I could feel my heart racing again. I needed to move. He was too close. Much much too close. “You smell good,” he said.
“I what? I went for a run and I am wearing your shirt. I smell like sweat and you.”
He touched my arm. Goosebumps. What the heck? Danny. Think of Danny. You like him. A lot. “You do not smell like sweat. You smell amazing. And I’m ok with you smelling like me because that means you were
I snuggled under the blanket with my throw pillow. I knew I was tense under there and I hoped he would think that it was from the movie. Towards the end, it started to get very weird (the movie that was) and I was totally bugged out. I did not think the three beers I had helped either or the one to follow. I had given up using the pillow and adopted Tim’s shoulder instead. Oddly, he did not seem to mind. At a couple of points, I think he wanted to use mine.
I found my whole body under the blanket at the end of the movie, head included. It was definitely an awkward situation in the making. Tim poked his head under, “Hey, scaredy cat. The movie is over.”
“Ok,” I said but I did not move.
“Are you coming out?” It was a very legitimate question.
“Someday,” I responded.
He laughed. “Be right back.” I heard movement. He lifted the blanket. “Ok, here.” He handed me another beer and some Doritos.
I gave him a weird look. “What’s this for?”
“Well, if you’re going to live under the blanket, you’re going to need supplies.”
Now I laughed. “Beer and Doritos are supplies?”
“Yup.” He was still under there with me. He smelled so good. I could not breathe. I had to get out but he was so close. My heart was pounding. I chugged down the beer hoping that would help.
“Whoa, there. Thirsty much?
“Actually, yeah. Do you have any water?”
“Yeah.” He left. I could breathe again. I got out from under the blanket because now I just felt silly under there. Tim came back with a glass of water and the next thing I knew I was drenched.
“Oh my God, Sam. I am so sorry! I tripped on the computer wire.”
“Geez, Tim. You could have let me run home if you wanted me to get wet,” I joked.
He laughed. “I’ll remember that next time. Let me get you a dry shirt.”
Good thing I was not wearing a white shirt, I thought. He came back with a T-shirt and I went into the bathroom to change. I was feeling a bit tipsy at this point and checked things out. I did not see any extra toothbrushes or girly things. Hmm…When I came out I asked how Stacy was doing.
“Uh,” he hesitated. “We broke up.”
Interesting. “Oh, really? Danny said we were supposed to double on Friday.”
“Yeah, it kind of just happened this morning and I haven’t talked to him yet.”
“Oh, well, I’m sorry. That’s too bad about Stacy.” Woo hoo! I mean, that was horrible.
“Is it?” He suddenly had a strange look on his face.
“Um, I guess?” He smelled like heaven. He was also still staring at me.
“Sam, I’m glad you came by.”
“Unintentionally,” I added.
“Unintentionally.” We kind of stood there looking at each other for a moment. I could feel my heart racing again. I needed to move. He was too close. Much much too close. “You smell good,” he said.
“I what? I went for a run and I am wearing your shirt. I smell like sweat and you.”
He touched my arm. Goosebumps. What the heck? Danny. Think of Danny. You like him. A lot. “You do not smell like sweat. You smell amazing. And I’m ok with you smelling like me because that means you were
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