Chapter 33 - Nowhere important
"Are you listening?"
Taylor poked my side, pulling me from my daydream.
To honestly answer his question I'd have to tell him no, in fact, I was not listening. I was thinking of how Beau's big body felt on top of mine and the marks he left on my neck that I had to cover up with concealer.
I shook my head, I needed to get it together.
"Yeah, you were asking me something?"
He nodded as I took a sip of water.
"I was asking you to prom."
I coughed, choking on the liquid.
I squeaked out.
"Yeah, you know. We both get all dressed up, take a thousand pictures, dance to whatever terrible music the committee picks, then we go back to a hotel where I will consider letting you take my innocence."
He raised one of his brows and I snorted.
Taylor's innocence was long gone and I suppose mine was too.
"Isn't prom three months away? What if you have a girlfriend by then?"
He only shrugged.
"She can tag along."
"Oh, and I'm sure any girl would love that."
"And your bear won't be around, so I don't have to worry about him using the opportunity to retaliate for that right hook."
He was trying to make a joke, but it made my breath get caught in my throat.
I hadn't seen Beau is five days. Jackson told me he had a lot to take care of before he shipped out. Which was probably true. But when I texted Beau to ask when I would see him again, he responded with the same exact words my brother had. As if they had agreed on what line to give me. So it had me wondering a lot of things, to say the least.
"River, you're doing it again."
"So, what do you say. . . will you be my date?"
He gave me his crooked smile that really was impossible to say no to.
"I'd love to."
I smiled at him and really tried to make it look like a real one.
He pulled me across the bench and squeezed me into a hug. I rested my head on his shoulder while he pressed his lips to my forehead.
"Don't tell Beau about that one."
He winked before he released me from his grip.
I reached into my bag and pulled out my Chemistry book. I wasn't in the mood for lunch and using my brain was the only way to distract it from wondering what was really going on.
I had been placed back in my overprotected bubble and Beau was on the other side. I hated being there, not one single part of me wanted to be there.
The end of my day school day consisted of meeting with the vice-principal again who would be taking over for Novack until the school board could fill his place. I liked Mrs. Martinez, I didn't see why they just didn't offer her the job, I couldn't imagine anyone else being more qualified.
Taylor drove me home just as he had been doing the entire week, and he once again spared me and didn't ask why Beau hadn't been doing it. Maybe this was normal, maybe I was overthinking his absence.
Jackson was just waking up when I got home, he started his new work schedule this week which meant he slept most of the day and worked all night. I hated being home alone at night, it made me wish for Beau more than I already was.
I heated leftover pizza for dinner and watched reruns of Iron Chef while I caught up on my AP homework.
I was washing my hair when I started to wonder when exactly I had become a robot. I was beginning to just do things out of habit, just because I was supposed to or I was used to them.
I didn't want to be that way but it almost felt out of my control. If this was what it was like when he was gone for a few days how would it be when he was going for months?
I combed through my wet hair and put on my favorite pajamas before climbing into my bed way too early.
My door creaked open, I must have been in a deep sleep because it barely registered that someone was in my room. And it wasn't until I felt the other side of my mattress sink that I realized it wasn't Jackson because he couldn't have been here, he was at work.
Beau's warm hand snaked under my covers the same time I turned toward him. His fingertips found their way under my shirt and he laid his palm flat on my stomach.
"Where have you been?"
"Nowhere important, " he pushed my hair away from my face before continuing,
"Can I kiss you?"
I didn't bother using words, I grabbed a fist full of his t-shirt and pulled his face down to mine. A few pecks weren't enough, Beau's hand moved to my waist, he squeezed and groaned into my mouth. He made my head spin, I tugged at his arms, silently begging him to climb all the way into my bed.
"Are you going to say goodbye to me now?"
I didn't want him to say the word, I wanted him to show me.
He took my hand and brought it to his mouth, pressing each of my fingers to his lips.
I wasn't only asking for him to stay the night. I was asking for him to stay in general. Which I knew was impossible but that wasn't going to stop me from trying.
He traced my bottom lip with his index finger.
"Well at least stay the night. We could have donuts in the morning.. or I could make you breakfast, Jackson bought grocery's—."
"I'll be gone before you even wake up. Early flight."
He said and I nodded.
"Can you lay with me? Please?"
He was right in front of me but it already felt like he was so far away.
"I don't think that's a good idea."
I felt something shoot through my heart and if I would've known better, I would've realized that was the first crack forming in it.
"Please. . . for me."
I was begging and I didn't care.
Beau sighed and I knew he was caving. He took his shoes off and laid down beside me. I turned my back toward him and he didn't hesitate to wrap his arm around me. I was almost asleep when I felt his lips on my shoulder and the back of my neck. He pressed his lips to all the exposed skin he had access to without moving me.
I felt a shift on the bed and I was instantly awake. The room was significantly darker so hours had to have passed since Beau first got here. He was sitting up, putting his shoes back on and I decided to pretend that I was still asleep. I wanted to know what he would say to me if he thought that I couldn't hear him, I figured it was my best chance to get the truth.
He sighed and I felt the mattress dip again, he lowered his head and kissed my cheek lightly, then my neck, and he pushed my hair away before he inhaled deeply.
"I'm coming back for you River."
And then, he was gone.