Polaroids

15| Luna

I waited until Harvey shut his door before I headed back toward the elevator to go back up to my floor. I don't want to go back into that room with him. I don't want to talk to him; I don't even want to see him.

But I knock on the door lightly, light enough that maybe he won't hear me and I'll have an excuse for why I didn't come back. I don't need an excuse, why would I need an excuse? He's not my boyfriend, he's not really my boss even. I don't need his permission to do anything—

The door opens and I'm immediately pulled away from my thoughts and into his dark eyes. "Where did you go?"

I scoff at his words and push past him to go inside of the room.

"Luna. Are you going to answer me?" He follows me into the bedroom and I choose to ignore him. "Where did you go?"

"Somewhere."

He scoffs at my pettiness and I can feel him watching me from the doorway as I remove my clothes and replace them with my nightgown.

"What? Are you not going to talk to me? I'll tell you about my fucking day can you just—"

"Leave me alone, okay? It's fine. You don't have to speak, just go to sleep. I'm over this." My voice lowers as I tuck myself underneath the heavy blanket and against the cold pillow.

"Luna—"

"Goodnight, Julian."

He stays silent and for some reason I'm squeezing my eyes shut. I'm squeezing them shut and my heart is pounding like I was terrified of the confrontation.

I hear his bare feet against the floor as he approaches the bed. The blankets slide away from me slightly and the bed caves in on his side. I feel his warmth radiate as he scoots closer to me, his cold feet hitting mine and making a home there.

"Luna." His cold hand touches my warm cheek. "Can you open your eyes?"

"I'm going to bed. Don't touch me."

"What about your post? Don't you need a picture?"

"I don't post every day usually. They'll be fine."

He's silent for a moment but his finger tips are pressed gently into my skin almost like he's trying to make an imprint.

"I changed the moves. I didn't like how it flowed with the music. I'm staring to not like how my voice flows with the music..."

My heart slows at the sound of his voice. Like it's at ease now that it's heard about his fucking day. Three sentences and all of a sudden I feel fine. But I'm not fine. Nothing about this is 'fine'.

"There's been more speculation about me being the mystery man on your blog. Nobody suspects it's you tho...I think me not commenting is driving them more over the edge, they're like shit-for-brains birds."

I chuckle, my act breaking from one stupid joke. Now I can hear his smile, and from the same lips, his laugh. Now I'm laughing too.

His hand shifts to the back of my head and he presses our foreheads together, my eyes still squeezed shut but not because I don't want to look at him anymore.

"Luna Maria," I open my eyes and meet his, "I'll tell you about my day from now on, okay? Don't need you going out and getting kidnapped. We still have money to make."

I give him a closed lipped smile and his eyes soften like they did on the night we first met.

I want to tell him that I don't care about his day and that I could care less if he tells me about it. But I can't because that wouldn't be true and all of a sudden, I don't feel so much like lying. At least not right now.