not everything is rainbows.

29 // Our Day (3)

When we get back to the diner, we walk to the biggest rock on the beach. Scott never let go of my hand, always interlaced fingers. We sit down and stare out in the ocean. After five minutes of talking and laughing, I realize our position. My head is on his lap, staring up at him. My feet were hanging off the rock, which was at least ten feet tall. Scott's fingers were tracing my stomach, just the belly button, staring down at me, his feet hanging off the front of the rock. The surface we were on was about four feet wide.
We talked then he said, "I'm a widower, you know?"
My attention sparked, I lay on my side, pivoting toward Scott's stomach, "Really?"
He nods, "Well.. yeah. We weren't married, but she was the only good thing in my life. We'd dated for nine months.. she did everything for me. When she died, I counted the days.. but it's crazy."
I asked, "How long did you keep count?"
He sighs, "I lost count at 400 some days, then I stopped."
I kept asking, "Why'd you stop?"
Scott stops, "Because I met you."
I looked up, lifting my head a bit, "Scott.."
He offers a sad smile, "You got me over it. You're my positive person now. I needed you right when you came." He looks at my eyes, searching for a reaction but in the dark moonlight, he couldn't see my tears as I sit up and kiss his cheek, gingerly.
When I pull away, he looks at my lips like he's asking for permission and I shake my head no. "Not today. I want to wait for awhile more."
He looks at me and nods, "I dig that."
I laugh, "What'd you just say?"
We laughed and talked before we decided that when the stars were fading, it was time to go inside. He grabs my hand and we walk inside. He looks at me, "The night isn't over. We can watch some movies, get on your pjs."
I nod, "Alright, hold on.." I think about kissing him, but just walk to my room instead. I pull out some of Scott's black sweats and put them on, then a red sports bra with a flimsy white tee. I pull my hair out and take off my makeup. I walk to the living room and sit on the couch, scrolling through Twitter. Scott comes out and, oh boy.
His chest was bare, revealing abs that just get better the more I look. His jaw was defined and eyes were heavy. He looks at me like a goddess and I look at him like he's chocolate cake. I look horrible, so when he comes up to me and grabs my face, breathing me in and says, "You're more gorgeous than anyone in the world."
I sigh shakily, inhaling him, "Y-yeah, you too." He laughs, pulling away and lays down on the couch. He runs a hand through his rugged, messy, soft hair and looks at the remote, turning on Netflix. I grab a blanket as he turns on the movie, "Coraline." I put a pillow on the armrest and Scott sits down by it.
I lay down, putting my head in his lap. One of his arms was draped on my side, the other was tapping on the arm rest. I covered us up and watched the blue-haired girl find her doll. Scott starts rubbing my cheek with his thumb, sometimes going to play with my hair. I watch the movie, loving the affection. Eventually his circles on my cheek go slower and stop altogether. I assume he went to sleep as I close my eyes, trying to fall asleep.
I don't even know what I want from Scott. Maybe a relationship. Maybe a friendship. Maybe something in the middle. I just know that I want his presence and I crave his delicate touch. He knows how to torture my emotions without knowing what he's even doing. I wondered what he wanted from me and if I could even give it to him. I wondered what his widow was like and if he'd feel the same way about me if she was still here.

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