Body Mind & Soul

Chapter 2

We were glowing...

I don't know if someone pointed us out to him or if Remy just has remarkably lucky timing. Less than twenty seconds passed and I'd barely had time to drop the glass and stare at this complete stranger before my husband threw his jacket over my head, rushing me out a side door and into our car. It's astonishing how quickly Remy can sober up when given the proper motivation. Though I still wish he would have let me drive. Our windows are tinted black; no one would have seen.

It's been a couple of hours since then and Remy is pacing around our overtly extravagant living room. He's decorated most of the house so I've no clue how much most of this cost, though if anything in this room cost less than a thousand dollars I'd be surprised. It's all white and gaudy and I don't care for anything, but if it works there's really little point in arguing. Besides so many of Remy's fans seem to approve.

The moment we made it home, Remy started drinking again and he's mostly been muttering to himself, talking in circles over and over and he's repeatedly come to the same conclusion no fewer than six times.

"We're screwed!"

"We're fine." I try to reassure him. Nothing I've said thus far seems to have broken through his panicked fog.

"How are we fine?! You're glowing!" he gestures at me. Remy is sneering as though I did this on purpose. As though my one goal in life is to constantly think of problems to place in his path. I have better things to do.

"I noticed." My whole body feels like it's lightly humming; like vague pins and needles all over except it isn't stopping and honestly I don't like it. I dread to think how I will sleep through this unpleasant sensation. Though given Remy's current state of panic, that isn't likely to be a problem for a while. "So?"

"So?! SO!! Everyone thinks I made you glow! Our whole thing is that we're college sweethearts!!" Remy almost topples as he comes to a shaky stop, "This could destroy us Logan!"

There it is. That desperate look of loss and panic sitting on his face. It's as though he genuinely doesn't know how we move forward from this. As though our entire life is crashing about our ears. He is so lucky that he has me to be calm and think rationally.

Calmly I approach, gently reaching for the open bottle of alcohol, "Yet it won't destroy us." I place it aside and continue. "I can step back until we find that bartender."

"You want to find him?!" Remy flinches and tries to pull from my grip but my hands are waiting, as I take his arms and pull him against my chest. Deep even breaths to encourage him to match me. He hiccoughs.

"The glowing will stop only once we kiss. So we have to find him if we want too end this."

"We could offer him money," Remy quietly muses against my shoulder as he holds me in kind, "he looked scruffy. He works in a dive bar. It probably wouldn't take much."

I grimace. I don't much like the notion of paying someone to kiss me but Remy's right. Not everyone is as smart as we are and some compensation to completely abandon the nonsensical notion of being bonded to your 'perfect person' is reasonable.

"We could issue a press release," Remy continues, "tell the public you're taking some time for your mental health. There'll be fewer questions."

That idea is equally unpleasant. Lying about some mental health issue minimises the efforts of those who genuinely need time to figure things out. If we're ever found out we'll be hated, rightly so. Still this is Remy's domain. He knows how to navigate the celebrity realm almost as well as I know how to find anything in our library.

It's strange; Remy's fairly disorganised as a rule but give him an angle to pitch to the public and watch him organise everything down to the last detail. It's reassuring; soothing. It reminds me what I have to hold on to.

"See?" I smile at him. "We'll be back to normal in no time."