Project Living (girlxgirl)

Seven

"Oh." I can't read her facial expression.

"Why?" I cock my head to the side.

She shrugs, "I was just wondering. Sexuality is fun to talk about."

"I guess so.," I mumble.

"Do you want to talk?"

I study her. She chews on her lips and her grey eyes are cloudy. Her brows slightly furrowed.

"Sure. Can you tell me what's on your mind?" I finally reply.

   She props her elbows up on the table and drops her head into her hands, "So much is on my mind. I can't even begin to tell you."

   The waiter comes back with our food before I can respond. Savannah quickly regains herself, sitting up straight and placing her hands in her lap. He places our food in front of us.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?" I shake my head, "Great. Enjoy, ladies." He stalks off again and Savannah picks up her fork. She sticks it into her spaghetti and twirls it around.

   She finally stuffs a pretty decent sized bite into her mouth and moans, "It's so good." Spaghetti sauce lines her lips.

   I bite into a shrimp, "Care to tell me what's wrong?"

   She takes another bite, "I can't. Not yet." Her mouth is full of food, so her words are muffled.

   I swirl my fork around some noodles, "You.. can't?"

   She nods and wipes her mouth with her napkin. I decide to let it go and enjoy my meal. We can deal with it later.

•••

Savannah decided on a fancy inn. I hold both of our bags under my arm while she books us a room.

A chandelier hangs from the ceiling. To my left is two glass doors leading to a room with tables and counters. A sign above the doors reads; Breakfast served from 6:30 am to 8:30 am. There are no stairs, but a small three-sided room is in front of us with two elevators on each side.

Savannah walks back to me holding a key card. She smiles brightly, "You ready?"

I hand her her bag, "Mhm."

We walk over to the elevators. Savannah chooses one at random and presses the button next to it. After a few moments the doors open and we're met with a couple holding hands. I move out of the way and they exit the space. Once they've walked away Savannah and I step inside. The doors close behind us.

   We haven't spoken much since we finished dinner and drove here. I tap my foot to the elevator music. The awkward silence is screaming at me to say something.

   A ding interrupts my thoughts. The doors slide open and I step out onto the elegant carpet.

   "Which room is ours?" I inquire.

   "Number three o two." She starts down the hall and I follow behind her.

   A few moments later Savannah stops in front of one of the doors. She slides the key card into the reader and a click sounds from the inside. She takes the card back and pushes the door open.

   As I step into the room I'm met with a clean linen scent. I move past Savannah. There's a living room straight ahead, a bathroom to the right, and a bedroom to the left. I carry my bag to the bedroom.

   This must be a suite.

   The bedroom is spacious with two queen sized beds. White and maroon seem to be the theme. A flat-screen t.v sits on a desk opposite of the beds and there are two short drawers at the foot of both of them. I set my duffle bag on the one closet to the door.