Page 16 of Husband Material
Speaking at the same time, we broke off, laughing.
"I'm so sorry about yesterday," she said quickly. "When I woke up, you looked so deep in sleep, I would not allow myself to disturb you. It was better for me to go quietly…I felt I'd caused you enough trouble already."
I nodded, digesting her words. They made sense, although they still weren't exactly satisfying. "I understand I guess. I wanted to see you again, and I was concerned about you leaving without telling me especially when you were hurt. I was worried about you." I looked at her foot, relieved to see my pink marshmallow bandage had been replaced with a discreet flesh-colored Band-Aid. Her toenails were now a similar pink though. Pretty feet…pretty girl.So fuckin’ pretty."How are you?"
The corner of her lips twitched into a smile. "Such a gentleman you are. And I thank you for asking about my poor toe. It is much improved today, thanks to you."
"I'm glad it's better today. Where are you going right now?" I couldn't resist asking, even though it was clear I was taking a liberty with her she'd not granted me yet.
"Ahh, yes well, I have an important meeting with my landlord right now. I…I cannot be late."
Like a school boy virgin, I blurted, "What would you say to going on a date with me later?"
The beginnings of her smile disappeared just as quickly. She shook her head sadly without looking at me.
"Unfortunately, that may not be a good idea."
"Why not?"
"Because...I have reasons."
I searched her face for answers I'd probably never find. But man, I wanted to know her reasons…so badly. Nearby birds chattered cheerily, far-off children squealed in either joy or rage, and something about Giselle's tense stance gave me pause.
It wasn't that she didn't want me here. It was that shedid.
I shifted from one foot to another, weighing my options. Pushing her was not only bad manners, but potentially stupid. It could be that my attraction to Giselle was through a fool's rose-colored glasses.But it isn't, and you fucking know it.
"So, that's a no?" I asked.
She gave her head a single shake and then bit down on her bottom lip. "But it is not ayeseither."
And, just like that, she continued on her way with me itching to follow along after her.
"Thank you for checking on me, Gage," she said from over her shoulder with a sexy smile.
"Mypleasure, Giselle."
It most certainly was.
Instead of feeling rejected on the walk home, I was hopeful. Maybe she hadn't agreed to see me, but she definitely hadn't told me to stay away from her, either.
And if her shyness in my presence was any indication, I figured I might have a chance with her when I showed up for our date in a few hours from now.
Giselle might not be expecting me to show up so soon, but I was going to use the shit out of my element of surprise.
Giselle
Il étaitl’homme le plus sensuel, le plus exaltant et le plus beau que je n'avais jamais vu, embrassé, et couché avec. Mais il ne pouvait pas être à moi. Probablement ne voulant pas être à moi.
Je voulais porter toute sa tristesse sur mes épaules. Je voulais que Gage me regarde chaque jour avec ses aveuglants yeux bleus. Je voulais ce que je ne pouvais pas obtenir.
N’oublie jamais.
Merde.
~pour vous en anglais~
He was the most sensual, exhilarating, and handsome man I’d ever seen, had ever kissed, ever slept with. But he couldn’t be mine. Probably didn’t want to be mine.
