Skinny

Chapter Four

I reach down and turn the water off, and grab the towel from the rack, wrapping it snug around my body. After opening the door I realize I'm right in front of the mirror. My eyes scan my reflection, wondering if I can actually go through with this plan. You can do this Maci; you deserve this, in fact, Maci. After years of self doubt, self abuse, and my self esteem being flushed down the toilet along with hundreds of bottles of pills so I wouldn't end everything, I deserved to have fun, to live even. I grab my shirt and panties from the counter next to the sink and slide them on. After wrapping the towel around my hair, I look in the mirror one last time for confidence. At an awkward 5'9, one hundred and forty pounds, I admit, I wasn't much to look at, but my personality was pretty bad ass. Not to mention, my eyes were a beautiful pale blue, and my hair was long, wavy, and a dirty blonde. My face was one of the only good looking things about me. Most men disagreed, of course and decided that my DD breast and butt were the best thing. That's not saying much since I usually find myself dating the horny idiots of the world and by world I mean my tiny east Texas hometown. Which makes me think about how I ever went from Luke to Liam. How did I ever get so blessed to have Luke in my life, and how did I ever get with someone like Liam in the first place. I honestly couldn't believe I was here and suddenly my thoughts started to drift to Liam. Don't go there Maci. You know that'll only make everything right now worse. Snapping myself out of it, I turn my head, checking to make sure my ass, was in fact still there and shake my hair loose. As I walk out into the living room from the hall, I peek behind the wall and see Luke sitting in one of the bar stools he has. The door bell rings and he eases out of his seat. I can't help but notice the way his muscle above his pelvic bulged just enough to make my mouth water and the way he always had his right hand in his pocket whenever he walked. Before reaching the doo, he grabs his wallet in his back pocket and pulls a couple bills out. He hands the delivery man the money and takes the pizza. As he's shutting the door, I finally walk from around the corner and head into the kitchen, as soon as I walk in and look around, I gasp, "Wow, Luke, this is gorgeous. You so didn't have to go out of your way and do this." He grins and reaches out for my hand, placing his fingers around mine. He shrugs and says, "I honestly wanted to Maci. It is not like I tried very hard throughout our relationship and I wanted to do something nice for you. I'm pretty sure that Liam didn't try too hard either. The way you talked in your letters, the guy was a total prick who didn't care much about anything but himself." He spits out Liam's name with hatred. I can't believe he remembered the letter I wrote to him. I had written talking about mine and Liam's last anniversary. I had spent days planning an almost perfect night. At the time, Bath and Body Works was having a decent sail on candles so I even went out and bought six of my favorite scents. The hours I spent in the kitchen that day preparing an amazing dinner, was too high to count. The second Liam walked in the house, I could tell he was in a pissed off mood just by the way he opened and shut the door. "What the fuck is that smell and why is it so damn hot in my house," he yelled from the living room and just like that, the mood was ruined. I blew out the candles, threw the food on the table and told him dinner was ready before retreating to my reading room. After hours of arguing, we went to bed in separate rooms. "Did I say something wrong, babe?" Luke's voice interrupts my day dream and brings me back to reality. "No, not at all. This is sweet of you, thanks," I sweetly reply and sit down in the chair next to him. I reach for my glass of wine and take a quick swig. He walks to the cabinet and gets out two plates, placing them on the bar in front of each of our chairs. For the rest of the time, we eat in silence. I can't bear myself to say anything. Much less look at him. After eating a couple slices, I stand up and make my way towards the sink. I turn the water on and get a little bit of soap on the sponge. Luke somehow ends up behind me, reaches around and turns the water off. His hand wraps mine it it and pulls, causing me to drop the suddy mess. "That's a pretty nice shirt there," Luke whispers in my ear as his fingers trail all the way up to my shoulders. My shoulders. I remember he always said I had sexy shoulders and a sexy neck. He pulls one side of my shirt down and places his lips against the nape of my neck. "If I remember correctly, it is mine  isn't it?" I can only get a whimper of a yes out and nod my head. Without warning he slides his hands under the shirt and carrasung my bare skin up to my navel. "It does look much better on you though but I honestly can't help but wonder what's underneath it." His words and touch sends shivers down my spine and I don't think I can handle ignoring them any longer. I turn around and knot my fingers on his hair and pull him down to meet my lips with his. He responds quickly, tugging my hips to him and I can feel his lips smiling against mine. "Now, that's what I've been waiting for Maci Michelle."