Moving In With The Enemy

Chapter 30 ~ "I'll Take What I Can Get"

I wake up in an unfamiliar bed, the sun is shining in around the blinds and I blink my eyes open. I instantly feel an arm draped over my body and I gulp. My head's pounding, my body's heavy and I just feel sick. Not from my hangover, but from sleeping here with Dane.

I don't want to be this close to him, I never cuddled with him. Not even before our fight this week. 

I quickly slip out from under his arm and press my lips together, standing up. He's still dead asleep and as soon as I look down at my phone, I see that stupid wrapper again. I carefully kneel down and swipe it up, heading to the bathroom. I doubt he knows it's even there.

I run my finger along the inside of the package, feeling the greasy texture inside. It must be recent. I memorize what type it is and then wrap it up in tissues as quietly as possible, burying it at the bottom of the trash can. I wash my hands and try to shake off the unpleasant thoughts that come to mind.

I'd hate to think that in the brief time we weren't together, Dane immediately screwed someone. I guess I get it, but I don't understand why he'd come back to me if sex was so important. I wasn't giving him any indication that I thought it was.

I had to try and tell myself that this had happened and now it was over, Dane seemed too nice to cheat so I hoped and prayed this was the only evidence I'd find.

I need to stay firm on my angle to talk with him about what happened. I need to tell him what I want going forward so this never happens again.

"Annie!" I hear with a knock on the door and I spring to attention, turning off the taps.

"Yes?" I answer.

"You up? How do you feel?" He asks and I sigh. 

This man could never cheat.

"You can come in, I'm fine. Just.....splashing some water on my face." I answer, grabbing a face cloth, wiping my wet hands on it to dampen it and I press it to my face as he opens the door.

"You sure you're up to breakfast?" He asks, leaning on the doorframe and I nod.

He had a great physique, looked like he worked out regularly, but he was skinnier than my roommates. Had more of a runner's shape. And somehow I felt nothing when I looked at him.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine. Just waking up a bit." I shrug and he smiles. "Where do you want to go?"

"There's a good omelette place I know, they serve good coffee too." 

"Sold, I'll get ready." I answer, going back to the room and getting my bag from the chair in the corner.

I was tired, but I knew we couldn't start this relationship again without a proper conversation. I get ready in the bathroom alone, I still didn't feel comfortable changing with Dane in the room.

I don't know how long it would take before I was ready to get physical. A lot of it came down to body positivity, after I gained weight I really didn't like the way I looked. I never got attention from guys my age or anyone and even though I'd lost a bunch of weight again......I wasn't ready to have anyone see my body. It made me nervous.

I step out of the bathroom dressed and ready to go, Dane's dressed too and he smiles at me as I set my bag down.

"You look nice." He grins and heads into the washroom to get ready. The first thing he does is fill the sink with water and shave. 

"So, how'd you sleep?" He asks and I shrug, watching him get rid of his five-o'clock shadow.

"Fine." I shrug, sitting on the bed. "I was tired."