Curious

8

"So, I was thinking we go back to my place and get some rest and then we can go visit my family?" Juan asks as we drive through the mountains on our way to his house.

I'm too busy looking around at what's outside of the window that I simply nod until I hear the family part. That's when I snap back to reality. "Wait, we're already going to see your family today?" I ask nervously.

"Sorry to break it to you, but when I'm here I see my family almost everyday." Juan winces, waiting for my response.

My jaw drops. "What?!" I shriek.

"Sorry. I just really miss them when I'm on tour, so I spend as much time as I can with them. And friends." he says, giving me a guilty smile.

I close my eyes and breathe in and out. Come on, they aren't even gonna know you've gone on a date with him yet!

"They aren't gonna know we've gone on a date or anything like that, right?" I ask.

"Nope. You're just Adrianna. The girl I filmed the video for my song with, and it just happens that you have a shoot here so you're staying at my place." he shrugs, looking at me quickly before putting his eyes on the road again.

"Fine. Then I'm fine with seeing them the whole time I'm here." I say calmly, nodding.

"I mean, my friends can know if you want. We're hanging out with them tomorrow night. My parents won't be there."

"Yeah, they can know. It's not a huge deal. It was just one silly date." I shrug. I don't know why we're making such a big deal out of one date! 

"You know you really don't have to make it seem like you regret that 'one date', you know." he says, looking over at me with an expression masked of hurt. 

"I don't! I don't regret that date or this weekend, and I'm sure I'm not gonna regret this trip!" I say reassuringly, reaching over to grab his hand which he quickly moves out of my grasp.

"Yeah, okay." he says, and we're quiet for the rest of the way to his house.

Once we get to his house, he takes our luggage into his house and all the way into his room. His house is huge. Like the kind of modern houses you see in magazines but swear don't even exist. Yeah, he has that kind of house.

"Uh, I don't know if you're hungry or something, but there's food in the kitchen downstairs and you can change up here if you want. I'm gonna shower." he says, pointing to his bathroom. He doesn't look me in the eyes once, and when he does, his stare feels empty.

Before I have a chance to say anything, he goes into his bathroom and shuts the door.

Did I really upset him that much?

***

After I've changed into a pair of sweats and crop top, I sit on Juan's bed. I don't know where to go or where I'm going to sleep so I just stay seated on the foot of his bed.

I check my phone and see that it's three in the morning. He's been in there for almost an hour. What is he doing?

I wait for another fifteen minutes before he finally comes out. "Oh, hey. You could've gone to sleep, you know." he says while drying his hair with the towel in his hands.

My eyes instantly drop to his wet abs. He's in sweatpants and shirtless. Damn. I quickly look away before I get caught. Focus. "I-I didn't know where to sleep." I say, stuttering over my words.

"You can sleep on my bed with me if you want." he says, still not meeting my gaze.

"What can I do to fix this, Juan?" I ask, walking over to him.