Lust or Love

Final

"Hey, Doug. Come in." I swing my apartment door open and wide so Doug can walk into the room. His comforting and musky cologne scent whiffs off him as he passes me to go towards the couch. He's wearing his leather jacket, a tight black t-shirt that shows off his muscles and blue jeans.

He makes his way into my living room which is about 50 steps away from the front door. My living room has a long dark green couch that leans against a window with closed curtains and has only three gold pillows and two dark blue chairs on either side of the couch. By the chair closest to the window is a blue lamp that can turn off with just one click. A glass coffee table that is gold and has gold butterflies engraved in it sits in front of the couch.

"Do you want something to drink? A beer or glass of wine?" I ask while making my way to the kitchen.

"I'll take a beer." He calls from the living room.

I open the fridge door and take out the beer. I pull open the silverware draw with a hard yank as it constantly gets stuck to get out the beer opener. I place them on the kitchen tabletop and take out the cork from the bottle of wine that has been sitting on my counter since I came home from the chapel. I was already planning on having a glass of wine before Doug came over. I pour the wine into my glass, pocket the beer opener in my jacket pocket and carry the beer in my other hand towards Doug.

He stands up when he sees me with my hands full and takes the beer from me, "Thank you."

I nod and take the beer opener out from my jacket pocket, handing it to him,"No problem," I take off my jacket and throw it on one of the chairs.

He opens the bottle which lets out a little hiss and takes a sip, "What's with your look?"

I look down at my skirt and blouse, "What do you mean what's with my look?"

"You normally don't dress like that." He gestures to my outfit.

"Are you saying I don't dress pretty or I'm not pretty enough to wear this?" I raise my eyebrow.

"No, you're pretty and it's a pretty look. It's not your normal look."

I smile,"I know. I'm just teasing. Judy and I are working of the murder case of the drug dealer Ozzy. We are posing as his friends to his girlfriend to see if she knows anything. She is such a lovely girl and has an adorable daughter but she's hooked on heroin. We saw her trying to offer her body in exchange for heroin and it broke Judy's heart so I took Judy out to lunch to try and help her feel better. Sorry, I'm rattling off while you came here to complain."

"Nah, it's okay."

"What? You got no complaints now? Come on Doug. Talk to me!" I take a sip of my wine.

"It's just uh nobody believes me." His eyes are downcast like a depressed puppy.

"Okay, elaborate." I motion with my hand.

He shifts so his knees are facing mine and places his one arm around the back of the couch while his other arm lays in his lap, "I thought this guy, Adabo, was like the best you could ever be. He's the guy I wanted to be. And now I think he threw a dealer off a roof," He pauses for a second, "Or not."

I place my hand on top of his hand that's on the back of the couch.

"And I got Hanson riding around with him and he probably thinks I'm crazy too. Fuller thinks I'm crazy. IAD thinks I'm crazy. Maybe I am crazy."

"Do you think you're crazy?"

He shakes his head,"No. I think I'm right."

"Well, okay." I tilt my head.