CATALYST

TRAVIS

"He sat back, the smallest smile tipping his lips. "Nah, you're too handsome to be boorish". He blushed. Probably caught off guard of his words which I took as a slip of a tongue moment.

My heart pumped a little harder in my chest. This felt good, sitting here across the table from him, being the sole object of his attention, making him smile. I liked the grit in his voice, the easy way he leaned back in his chair, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he laughed. I liked the broadness of his chest, the fullness of his mouth, and the way he was looking at me right now, almost like we shared a secret. I wanted to write it all down in my notebook so I'd remember the details about tonight forever.

"I should let you get some rest." Rising to his feet, Davif picked up my plate and took it to the sink. I brought my glass over, and he rinsed everything and loaded the dishwasher.

"Where should I put the napkin?" I asked, holding it up.

"Oh, here." He took it from me, and our fingers touched. "I'll throw it in the laundry."

He disappeared down the back hall. A few seconds later, he returned to the kitchen and reached behind me to turn off the lights. For a moment, we stood there in the dark, neither of us moving. He was close enough that I could see the rise and fall of his chest, hear his breath, close enough that I found myself thinking two very dangerous words—what if?

Then he brushed past me. "You have to be exhausted. Come on upstairs. I'll show you your room, and then I'll come back down and turn the rest of the lights off."

Saying nothing, I followed him through the dining room and living room and up the stairs. I was exhausted—so exhausted my mind was playing tricks on me. Making me think crazy things.

Because for a second there, I'd almost thought David was about to kiss me.

Go to bed, Travis. You're delirious.

At the top of the steps, David turned left. "Guest bathroom is right here," he said, opening a door off the hall and turning on the light. "Towels are right here on the sink, and—" He opened a drawer and took out a toothbrush and toothpaste, still in their boxes. "You can use these."

    "I stood outside the bathroom, peering in. "This is incredible. In Japan, we normally have a single bathroom for the entire apartment that all the family members share."

      "Sounds crowded." He opened the shower door as if to check something. "Shampoo and conditioner are in there."

      "Thank you."

      He came out of the bathroom and I stepped aside to let him by, but his shoulder brushed my chest. My stomach tightened—I hadn't been this attracted to someone in a long time.

      "And you can sleep in this room," he said, opening the next door down. He moved inside and switched on the light.

      The room held a big double bed neatly made up with striped bedding, a dark wood dresser beneath a huge framed mirror, and matching nightstands topped with identical lamps. Just like all the rooms downstairs, there were small, personal touches that made the guest bedroom even more welcoming—art on the walls. Candles. Plants by the windows. A bottle of water on the nightstand. Half a dozen pillows on the bed, one of which said Sweet Dreams.

      "This is beautiful," I said.

      "I'm sure you'd prefer a hotel, but I hope you'll be comfortable."

      "Not at all." I shook my head in disbelief. "This is much better than a hotel."

      He shrugged like it was no big deal and tucked his hands into his pockets. "Need anything else? I can get you something to sleep in if you'd like. Or some clothes for tomorrow?"

     "Normally I would have said no, but the prospect of wearing something of David's was too tempting. "If it's not too much trouble. I feel like I've had this stuff on for days."

      "No trouble. Just give me a minute." He left the room, and I stood there feeling guilty. A couple hours ago, I hadn't even wanted to accept the offer to stay in his house. Now I was asking for his clothes? You don't need his fucking clothes. Stop it.

      But when he came back in the room and set a stack of clothing on the bed, my pulse quickened. "Thank you."

      "Let me know if you need anything else. My bedroom is across the hall."

      Oh, fuck. "Okay."

      He put his hands in his pockets again. "Tomorrow you'll probably want to sleep in. I'm going to the gym early in the morning, but I'll try not to wake you. I'll be back around nine."

      I nodded, but I'd barely heard what he was saying. I was too busy trying not to think about his room being right across the hall.

      "If you do wake up and want breakfast, help yourself to anything in the kitchen." His broad shoulders lifted. "Guess that's it."

      Don't leave yet. "David, thank you again for all of this."

      "No problem." He headed for the door. "Night."

      "Night."

"He shut the door behind him, and I went over to the bed, sat next to the clothing he'd brought me, and placed one hand on the top of the pile.

      I told myself he was this kind to everyone.

      I told myself I wasn't special—I was just a favor to his sister.

      I told myself I'd only imagined the tension between us downstairs in the dark.

      But I wished I hadn't.

                    ~~~  10.  ~~~