FALLEN (NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON)

9.

I think I missed a couple of breaths here and there and ended up choking completely at the sight of him.  I turn my head and look at the clock.  It's eleven fucking AM!  I was supposed to meet him at eight!  Fuck!

"Marcel?"  I let out, gasping for air as I can't seem to find any.

Once I get the slightest control over myself, I put my glass on the counter and look back at him.  His expression hasn't changed for the slightest bit.  I would have been surprised otherwise, but I am glad for his silence, I don't want to know all the things he might think about me now. 

"You know him?"  Ash says walking towards me to stay between the both of us.  His eyes run quickly from one to another.

"Yeah, it's OK."  I sigh and run a hand through my hair falling wildly on my shoulders.

I can't lie, I did jump of surprise when I saw him in this flat, but it was also mostly of fear.  He is surrounded by all of our clothes laying around the living room randomly, but they clearly insinuate precisely what we've done.

He clearly noticed me before I even called his name, but his sight is killing me right now.  At least, it feels like it because of the radiant pain spreading through my head and down to my chest.

Fuck!

I can't believe I forgot about him.  I am just glad he focuses on me and not anything else, because I would die of shame if he had the wrong impression of me from this whole very awkward situation.  Then again, I am standing half naked, wearing only a shirt to cover my bare body.

I break our gaze to look shamefully at my body.  All of my insecurities come back from the shadow Ash has helped me push them into.  I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it further down to cover my too exposed legs.  If Ash was accepting of my body, it doesn't mean Marcel will too...  He might think the same thing Steeve did.  I am just a fat carrot...

I shamefully look back up trying to spot my clothes on the floor and hurry myself to my jeans on the floor at six feet from me.  I pick them up and squeeze my thighs inside and wiggle to button my pants on my hips.

When I look back up, I ignore Marcel's incessant stare to notice Ash getting dressed as well behind my angry publisher.

"You can go wait for me in my bedroom.  It's right there."  I point him the direction before looking at Ash, eyes big on me.  Marcel turns around and gives him the same cold death stare he did to me and leaves us.

I walk slowly towards my drummer, trying to find some sense in the faculties I have left inside of my head.  I breathe in and absentmindedly pull his shirt down neatly.

"Who is he?"  He asks me with the biggest frown I have ever seen on his handsome face.

"My publisher."

"What the fuck is he doing here?"  He continues, shouting his murmurs, knitting harder his brows together.

"I had to meet him today.  Actually, I was supposed to be at his office three hours ago.  I completely forgot to set my alarm."

"But how did he find you?"

"I don't know...  I guess I'll find out in a minute.  I am so sorry you have to leave this way."  I tell him and take his hands in mine, both of us staring at them.

"It's OK, don't worry.  Just...  Text me?"  He looks up at me and draws an uncertain smile on his lips, one that saddens me.

"I will.  I wish I could have said goodbye in better circumstances..."