Page 31 of Split Screen Scream
She squinted and tried to make the headache, likely from the champagne she’d had at the wedding, go away. Champagne almost always left her with a headache. What she needed right now was a dark room, not all this sunlight. She’d settle for a shower to take off her makeup and relax her neck and shoulders. She’d slept on her pillow in an odd way and was feeling it.
The shower was just the thing. It released any lingering stress, and it washed away the colors of last night from her face, while bringing her energy she’d thought she didn’t have this morning.
Padding into the kitchen on bare feet, she started her coffee, and then got out eggs to cook and bread to toast. She’d just finished scrambling the eggs and her toast had popped, when her phone rang.
It was Tanya.
She answered. “Hello?”
“Hey girl, are you alone?”
“Yes,” she answered slowly, wondering why Tanya was asking.
She knew Christie wasn’t ready to sleep with Reed. It had only been their second date, and she wanted to make sure he wasn’t a heavy drinker.
After last night, she was fairly sure he wasn’t. He’d stopped at two drinks at the reception and had said that, since he was driving, he wanted to make sure the pretty girl on his arm made it home safe that night. By the time they’d left, any buzz he’d had would have long worn off.
Reed was a responsible man. Always looking out for her. He seemed the last type of guy to go on alcoholic binges. If he had flaws, drinking too much and being irresponsible were not on that list.
“I’ve got an errand to run out your way and thought I’d stop by after, but I wanted to be sure you weren’t still entertaining.”
“Nope, not entertaining. Just home relaxing. I’d love it if you stopped by. Have you had breakfast?”
“Heck yeah. Had my usual bagel, and then walked the dogs. So, I’ll be around in about an hour.”
“Sounds good. See you then.”
“Great! I want to hear all about your date! See you soon.”
Christie hung up and her thoughts returned to Reed.
Does he want to be a long-term boyfriend?He doesn’t seem to be dating anyone else.
But the first time they’d gone out, he’d asked her out again before the first date was even over. This time, he hadn’t asked her out again; he’d just brought her home. She’d thought the date was wonderful. The dancing, the beautiful setting, that kiss he’d left her with. She hoped he asked her out again.
If he wanted to be a long-term boyfriend, she was ready.
Long term though, that meant sex. And he is so fit. Super fit. Muscular with very little fat.
She glanced down at her curves.
Whereas, I’m all curves and not so muscular. Not exactly the uber gym fit type.
Prior to meeting him, that hadn’t been a concern. She was happy with herself and her life. She didn’t look in the mirror and see one hundred things wrong with her. She saw curves and her bright shining eyes and her smile. She hoped that was what he saw when he looked at her.
Maybe he did. He had asked her out twice in a short period of time. He’d been making an effort to get to know her. Which meant he must be interested in things going further. Why did that thought make her freeze?
