Two beating hearts collide in a romance of burning passion. Liv, a small town, Indiana girl moves to Pittsburgh riding the wave of a dream to become one of the city's top-ranking sports columnists. By fates would, or perhaps wouldn't, have it, she m...
I hadn't attempted to track Colton down once the weigh in concluded. He had hands to shake, and plenty of pictures to pose for. As for me, there were a few colleagues I needed to speak with amongst the mass of people as well, before stealing away to him upstairs. Kate was on the list, a reporter for one of the local television news stations, who happened to live in the same apartment complex as I did.. We weren't tight pals by any means, but always spoke in passing every morning before work, and there was the occasional invitation to her flat for a drink to unwind. As a matter of fact, it seemed unwinding was precisely what Kate had in mind this particular evening, too. Her whining insistence of sharing a Cosmo in the lounge wouldn't cease unless I gave in. But, I was certain to make it a clear point that I only had time for ONE quick drink, and discreetly sent Colton a text to inform him of my plans.
As promised, Kate let me part after a single drink order and some simple small talk. We exchanged predictions on how we thought tomorrow night would go and where she had bought the camel colored satchel bag she was carrying. Then, out of the sheer goodness of my heart, I even sat quietly listening to the horror story of her latest blind date mishap. Bless that poor girl, she really was a catch. Confident, very intelligent, lightyears ahead of other anchors in the city her age. To most men though, her every quality was one that intimidated their sensitive ego, making it a struggle to find a match who would encourage her success, rather than smother it.
I left her alone in the bar with her sorrows, honestly feeling a bit bad for abandoning her to drown them, then aimlessly wandered to find the elevator. Thankfully, I reach Colton's floor without any company in the confines of the metal box. Creepy, awkward elevator conversation was #4 on the list of things I hated as much as cherry licorice. I walked down the lengthy hallway lined with plum and green patterned carpet, then patted two light knocks on room 1893, and waited zealously. The door opened surprisingly quick after my tapping by a handsome fellow adorning a pair of light grey boxer shorts.
"Damn, I was really hopin' you were that pizza I ordered from downstairs."
I kicked the door open further sending him back to hit the papered wall to the left, and he snuffled from a closed mouth grin.
"Sorry to disappoint," I snarled. "And come on now, Ritter. You can't be opening your door looking like that. You'll have the maids brawling for who gets to bring up your extra towels."
The tv was muted on ESPN, only a gold desk lamp casting light into the rather large room. A king size bed stationed closest to the wall with the double windows, and curtains drawn. Faint music danced over my ears, something from the classic rock genre. Journey, maybe? Our taste in music had thankfully been another similarity discovered sometime in the days of our courtship. I bent over removing one shoe at a time, to hurl them in the corner. I so loved my beautiful collection of pumps, but my feet could only take small doses.
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"So, I thought we'd just hang out in bed. Watch a movie or somethin'? I kinda just wanna relax. Unless you wanna go out?" His words offered to go out, but his crooked eyebrow & pursed lips said otherwise.
