The wings attached. (Book one)

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    Stepping inside Jason’s apartment was easier second time, but not without awkwardness. One part of me apprehended how crazy was what I was doing, and another desperately threw itself on that nutty as a fruitcake move. The whole thing between us hasn’t been settled yet. Well, if you can call it unsettled, because I would call that situation stupid. Ridiculous. Stupid. Absurd. Stupid. Laughable. Stupid. He had a girlfriend and I felt like a third wheel by taking her righteous place.

     “With or without you, I was going to end it,” he answered my unspoken concerns. Then he walked to the living room and crushed into the armchair. I pursed my lips feeling deprived of any privacy in my own head, and departed to the bedroom to get ready for dinner.

     When the dress was on, I softly burst into laughter. I was actually doing it - giving him a chance. In the mirror I saw myself in a very sophisticated outfit, not of the best fabric and brand, but presentable. I grabbed his hairbrush, ran it through my hair and laid it back on the basin. Then, I put on my shoes and finished my preparations on that.

     I pivoted out of the bathroom and in the doorway bumped into Jason. He observed me unenthusiastically as if I had a nun suit on, and saying nothing, carried on farther switching sides with me. I shrugged my shoulders dismissing the thoughts that started creeping into my head about my clothing choices and went to sit on the sofa. The awkwardness in the air started bothering me, or rather making me bored.

     “Angela!” In about five minutes his angry shout from the bathroom startled me. I jumped on my feet and darted on his call.

     I flew into the bathroom and nervously began searching for the reason of his annoyance. Silently Jason handed me his hairbrush. Whoops, I rounded my eyes slightly embarrassed. I forgot to clean it after using it. Technically, I wasn’t even supposed to use it. Old habits never die. I apologized quickly and started absentmindedly pulling my hair out of it.

     When, visibly, the hairbrush was ready, I gave it back and hid the mess in my hand into the paper towel and disposed it. Jason waited for me to finish with my little clean up session and when I looked up, he gave it to me again. It was clean. Damn it! Should I use a sanitizer or something? I twisted it taking a second examination. I was sure I did an excellent job. Impeccable!

     “Brush you hair again!” He ordered.

     “Why?” I winced in confusion. I couldn’t grasp where he was going with it.

     “Just do it,” he groaned. Unsurely, I brushed my locks and not knowing what to do next, questionably looked at him. “More,” he softened his tone.

     I grazed my hair a couple of more times and, getting impatient, shoved it back to Jason. “What is the meaning of this?”

     He drew his hairbrush to his nose and inhaled. “Now it smells like you,” he explained.

     Oh my God! “You’re crazy,” I muttered and hurried to get out of the bathroom. “Jason,” I paused in the doorway, one question was begging to come out. “Would I be out of my right mind, if I tell you that I want to take the girl?”

     “It would be insane,” he replied casually.

     “Why,” I creased my brows.

     “Why?” He retorted. “It takes two to raise a kid. If you want her to grow up into a normal person.”

     “I’m not sure, what exactly do you mean.”

     “The child needs stability and both parents to be happy. One you simply won’t be enough.”