Don't Catch Me!

Chapter 33 - Extraction

Chapter 33 - Extraction

We spent that night and the next day wrapped in each other.  

We whispered to each other our secrets, our hopes and our dreams.   We huddled together under the covers and spoke softly to each other.  But we really didn’t end up saying much.  Comfortable in silence we just held each other.  We were so happy to be relaxed and safe, for the moment,  that we used the time to become intimate with all aspects of each other.  With everything in the open we were free to enjoy each other.  He kissed every bit of my skin as I ran my fingers over his.  We made love to each other and basked in the love we shared. 

Eventually he sighed as he looked at the clock, he pulled me closer and muttered in between the kisses, “We have to get up.”

I smirked at him. 

Joel laughed softly before he rolled his eyes, “You know what I mean.  We have to go so that Jon and our families can tell me what a moron I was last time and speak to you in a way they have no right to.”

“They don’t know me, Joel.  They only know the face.  And given what she did to you, I don’t blame them.  They are only looking out for you.”

“Yeah , but it doesn’t make it any less painful.”  He walked over to the closet, “Speaking of painful...” He opened the cupboard door and I looked in horror.

“No,” I said simply and absolutely.

“I understand, but they are clean and will fit you.”   He stood in front of her closet, filled with her clothes.

“I can’t Joel.”  Shaking my head I ran for the shower.

“Are you alright?” He asked softly from the other side of the shower curtain.

“You kept all her clothes?”

“No, it’s not like that.  Afterwards I couldn’t come back here.   Then I went into the Dimensioneer program and spent six months in intensive training.  Then after each assignment I am so exhausted I tend to go to my parents.  So this is really the first time I have been back here since then.  I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I have her face Joel.  I can’t help that, but I do.   And I have you.   I don’t want anything else of hers.”

“OK, how about one of my shirts then?  That will give Jasper something to tease us about.”  He laughed as he handed me a towel.

I dried and helped myself to one of his shirts while he showered.  He was right.  My jeans did need a wash, they could almost stand up and walk away by themselves.  They reeked of the smoky bar.  Maybe a pair of jeans wouldn’t be so bad.  Just for tonight.

I opened a drawer and pulled out the first pair I found.  A flash of colour caught my attention.  I reached into the drawer and pulled out a strip of photos, you know the sort that you get done in one of those photo booths.  The girl in all the pictures was easy to recognise, except unlike in the wedding photo, she looked blissfully happy.  She was laughing and kissing the guy.  He was tall with black hair and dark brown eyes.  He didn’t look like a male model but he had a certain charm to him.  He was hot in a rough and rugged sort of way.  If these five little photos were anything to go by she was clearly in love with him.   It had to be Grant.

I heard the shower turn off. 

Quickly I shoved the photo strip back in the drawer under everything and closed the door.  The jeans were nondescript enough so I pulled them on leaving the shirt hanging loose over the top.

“You look better in my clothes than I do,” he was leaning against in the door way wearing only a low strung towel.

“I seriously doubt that.”  I rolled my eyes at him as he went over and selected some clothing for himself.  I watched the towel drop from his waist.