The Fate of Our Hearts

Chapter 14 - I Should Go

Ren

"Giovanni!" a female's voice calls.

The room is dead quiet as we hold our breath, the TV just playing static as the recording has ended, and I quickly jerk some covers up over us, just in case whoever it is busts in. She tries the doorknob, but thankfully, it's locked. 

She yells through the door. "Can you help me unload some tools from the truck, please? It's pouring out here, and I need some help!"

"Okay, mom. Be there in a minute!" he yells back. "Oh, fuck... that was close," he breathes and then groans rolling off me. "Ugh! Sorry. Stay right here. I'll be back in a minute."

I slide further under the covers, and he gets up, trying to adjust the obvious boner in his pants to be more discrete. I smile under the blanket, knowing I have the power to do that to him. Then he throws on his jacket and leaves me alone in his room.

Damn. That was amazingly hot! But my period is just finishing, and leaving him wanting more is always a good idea, so I put on my bra and shirt again and go to the bathroom to smooth my hair from our bedroom tumble.

When I come out, he still isn't back, so I look around his room some more. There are car, football, and basketball posters on the wall, and he has a low wooden dresser to the side of his bed with a clock on it blinking 4:06 at me.

My eyes pause on the top drawer of his bedside table, and I have a guilty desire to look inside, but I control myself—I just know he would hate it if I snooped in his stuff. Instead, I spot a boom box on the floor, with various tapes and CDs scattered about, so I plop down on the carpet and look through those: Nine Inch Nails, Pearl Jam, Beastie Boys—I don't get very far when I hear the door open behind me.

Spinning around, I expect to see Giovanni... but it's not him who is there.

A girl about twelve is standing in the doorway. She's very pretty, tall and slender, with wavy blondish hair. I can tell immediately from her eyes and arching eyebrows that she's Giovanni's sister—a model. Makes sense. We both gape at each other.

"Um, sorry, I—I'm looking for Giovanni," she stammers.

"Hi," I say, leaning back on my arm, trying to act casual. "He's helping his mom."

"Oh, okay, thanks," and she backs out, closing the door. 

Well, that was awkward... 

Okay, so someone knows I'm in his room. Not that it needs to be a secret, right? However, my stomach feels weird now. I start organizing his CDs into neater stacks. Five more minutes later, I whirl around as I hear the door open again, and this time, it is him, and he's soaking wet.

"Sorry that took so long," he apologizes, taking off his sopping jacket, hat, and shoes. The legs of his jeans are completely soaked through. "Lemme just change. One sec." 

He roots through his drawers and finds new pants, he turns towards the wall and drops his wet jeans.  I stare at him in just his boxers before he pulls his new pants on. He's so sexy. I take a snapshot of that with my mind, and before he catches me staring again, I get up off the floor and look closer at one of his car posters near the door—some sort of black 80s poster of an illustrated white Lamborghini at sunset.

"You like that?" he asks when he's dressed, coming to stand beside me wearing a white tee tucked into light-wash jeans and an ecru canvas belt with the end dangling out.

I smile at him. "Yeah, I think my dad would appreciate the art. He's an airbrush artist."

"Wow, really? That's hella sick. That must be where you get your mad drawing skills from." He brushes a finger down the side of my arm affectionately.