Miss Me; When I'm Gone (editing)

CHAPTER 20 (Blair)

Blair

Why had I said yes to Elijah? Sure, he made me laugh and he was nice, but I didn't want to go out with him. I wasn't sure how to say no, either. I didn't want to be rude. He had been so helpful all week, and after the first awkward day, we seemed to fall into an easy pattern.

Luckily, I didn't need to work today, so I didn't have to face him. But I would have to tomorrow night when he showed up for our date. It had been on the tip of my tongue to tell Travis last night, but something had held me back.

Just because I had a crush on Travis, that didn't mean the feelings were mutual. Even if he liked to know when I was in my pajamas, that didn't mean he wanted to see me in them.

The idea made my cheeks hot. Stop it, I scolded myself. I had to think about what I'd agreed to with Elijah. A date. A real date. With a rich, attractive guy.oh, no, what had I done? I couldn't do this.

Owen had been planning on me going on a double date with him tonight, until the shooting. Then he'd left, and now he wasn't coming back until Sunday.

I had talked to him two nights ago. When I realized he wouldn't be back for the double date, I had been relieved to get out of it. Then this happened.

Travis would call me tonight. Should I mention it? Probably not. He didn't tell me when he had dates. Did he date? What if he'd been on dates lately? If he was saying, he got home early, because we talked at least by ten every night.

I looked down at my tank top and cutoff sweats and sighed. They really were worn out, but they were soft and comfortable. Women in Travis' world wore expensive silk and lace. I didn't own anything remotely sexy to sleep in.

Until Travis, I hadn't desired anything like that. He had changed a lot of things. Maybe he was even the reason I'd said yes to Elijah.

A loud, sharp knock on my door startled me, and I put my phone down on the sofa and stood up to see who was outside. I wasn't expecting anyone, and I really hoped that Elijah wasn't coming for a visit. Not when I planned on talking to Travis on the phone tonight.

I peered through the peephole and gasped. As if I had dreamed him up, there he stood outside my door. His face looked determined, and his hair was pulled back so I could see the hard set of his jaw. He was here. Shock was replaced with concern as I unlatched and unbolted the door and swung it open.

"Travis, is everything ok?" I asked.

He stared at me. He began moving toward me, but then he stopped.

"No. Can I come in?" He asked tightly.

I nodded and stepped back to let him inside.

"What's wrong?" I asked, afraid to hear the answer. I was nervous.

Travis walked inside, and his gaze slowly trailed down my body, then back up again. Ever so slowly. When he made it back up to my face, there was a gleam that made me shiver.

"That looks even better than I had imagined. And trust me baby, I've imagined you in that outfit a lot."

His voice sounded like he was caressing the words instead of saying them. The dark tone in his voice made me shiver again. I couldn't speak. Not now. He had taken all of my words with those looks.

"I don't want you going out with Elijah." He said firmly, snapping me out of my strange haze. His jaw was clenched tightly again, and that strange gleam in his eyes had returned.

"How did you know?" I asked him. And why do you care? I thought silently.

"He told Dave." He replied, that was answer enough.