Honey

Part 3

Tamara p.o.v

       I flutter my eyes open, letting them adjust to the light.  After realizing I'm not next to Rafe, I first felt sadness, then I'm in the best mood I have been for a while. Call doesn't know that Rafe used to beat me and that's why I have all these scars. He'd try to rape me and when I resisted he'd beat me, never allowing me to heal my scars unless they were in obvious places. But Call can't know...not yet. I then realize part of my good mood is because I smell bacon, eggs, and pancakes. I throw on a mustard yellow sweater and a pair of ripped jeans before putting my hair in a bun making sure to pull out my baby hairs. I then walk downstairs, still in a bit of pain. I'm suddenly upon Call dancing while frying pancakes and listening to music to the point I can't help but laugh.
      He turns around and his face flushes. He's wearing a tight Nike t-shirt with some sweats. "Good morning,"I say trying to remedy his humiliation. 

     "Morning," he says now looking down laughing at himself. I'm then surprised when he asks if I put on makeup. 

     "No," I say not knowing how to feel. 

     "Proving my point exactly. There isn't a single way you couldn't look gorgeous." I raised my left eyebrow, " Wait but if you had makeup on that'd be cool too, you'd still look stunning. I mean-" He sighed and took his time to gather his thoughts and speak in a low intimate voice, "All I'm trying to say is that there is no way anyone can catch you not looking beautiful." My face flushed, I looked down and replied with a thank you. He hurries to move the pancake off the pan, now burnt, totally distracted by our awkward, 'what can their eyes tell me about what they really feel/mean in our awkward situation' game. I help him causing him to claim this was a one-time thing while laughing. He threw away the pancakes and explained that I was asleep so long he stopped at the store and cooked half of breakfast. I laugh at myself before we sit, eat, and talk.

Calls p.o.v
     I wash dishes with Tamara's disapproval because she claims, 'I'm being too sweet,' but which man wouldn't be compelled to be on his best manners around her? Meanwhile, I finally get the guts to mention the holes in her story. I approached it with saying how much I care about what happens to her and I want to make sure no one treats her any less than she deserves to which she responds by looking down and saying, "I don't want to talk about it." I respect her and don't mention it again. A couple days passed. I feel as if we're getting closer and closer. But the question of Rafe's with the assistance of time is like Chinese water torture and I just need to know. We go swimming that night in the lake when she suddenly stops, her toned abs giving her endurance while treading water and having unsteady breaths while shivering. More concerned than ever, I swim over, using some magic to ask her what's wrong.  "Just a bit cold," she says quietly with an innocent voice and sweet smile. I suddenly realize how cold it was, I couldn't earlier because I was too focused on her. Her gorgeous, wavy hair behind her shoulders with her long eyelashes and innocent smile. 

     "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry," I say. I hold her and use heat magic on my palms as I start swimming/using magic to push us to shore. 

     "Call what are you doing.  What if someone sees the magic."  About half of my body was above water and heat magic is very visible.

     "This lake is very secluded and if anyones watching, due to your gorgeous looks, I believe people will think it comes with the package."  She looks at me with a smile, her head tilted ever so slightly to the side like a puppy, then leans on me creating a hug. She's still shivering so I move my hands up and down her back, slowly and gently until her breathing steadies and the shivering becomes just the rising and sinking of her chest.

Tamara's p.o.v

     No, Tamara, he's not hot, he's your best friend. Shut up, shut up, shut up. He so nice, warm and sweet and I totally shut him down the other day killing the natural mood and-  "Alright here we are," he says as he puts me down from the most comfortable position on earth and grabs my burgundy towel on a rock. He wraps it around me and smiles. 

     "Thank you," I say for the hundredth time these past few days... "For everything," I continue. "You've been much sweeter then Rafe has ever been and I...just thank you." I finish, somewhat embarrassed. That's when he leaned in. I then take a small step back and look down. "Call we haven't broken up yet, Rafe and I...I'm sorry." 

    "No that was my bad and I was so out of place, I'm sorry," he responds looking down. And then he starts walking away. 

   "No wait, Call, I'm sorry." 

   "Tamara it's fine." He says with a fake smile, and he stayed in his room, not even getting out for dinner. So when I waited in the living room alone for 30 minutes I decided I'd go out of my way and give him a plate of the Asian stir fry I cooked. When I knocked on his door and asked him if I could come in, being sure to use a sweet tone, he sighed, not thinking I'd hear it and said, "Um yeah, I guess." I walked in, no longer feeling the need to be nice.  I left it on his nightstand, looked down and said,

"It's nothing wrong with you, we just have some things to finish in our relationship. I'm sorry." He didn't even look at me much, he was staring at the wall.

"We can't control what our hearts truly feel," he said, and what frustrates me the most is that he doesn't even understand the whole story.

"Nothing is wrong with you, I swear, It's just that I can't be with you," I try to reason. He scoffed.  I felt so offended I just turned around and left, not intending to come back. I slept in my car which seemed to be delivered to the house without me noticing and saw Call peek through his window, multiple times, looking around concerned, not even thinking to look at the sterling silver Porsche I was in. I didn't even care and didn't go back into my room until early morning.