American Suithearts

Part 3

Gina:

Geez, he's making that face. It's sexy. I played with the hem of my skirt. Uncertain of what to do. If I kiss him again, where will that lead? It was our last night. Our friends were waiting on us to start a movie. Would it be possible to pause? Why do I have to make the first move? He wants to be alone. I glanced down. Smirking, I stepped closer to him. "Is there a way to come back to this?" I asked. He nodded slowly. I tilted my head to the door, "Then let's go."

"After?"

"Then it's just you and me."

"And...are we going to?"

"Umm...I don't know," I shrugged. Sex. I'm pretty sure that's what he's asking. I don't know if I'm ready. I went to the door. Patrick stood still for a moment. Glancing around the room. "Go ahead, I still have to finish packing," he told me. "But what if you miss some of it?" I pouted. "I've seen it before," Patrick shrugged. Patting my thighs softly, I looked around; trying to see if I could help. He walked over to the dresser and pulled out some shirts. "Don't worry about me, sweetie," he smiled. I felt like I was glued to the floor. Any minute would be the last time we see each other. Any second, I would be alone. Back to lonely nights in my room while everyone was out on dates and hanging out. I watched him pack. Wishing for him to stay.

Sitting on the couch, I had Joe on my left and Pete on the floor. Andy in the comfy chair. Pizza boxes open and snacks everywhere. My eyes often shifted from the TV to the door. Once I focus on the movie, I forgot for a little bit. My worry was set aside. Patrick tip-toed out halfway through and sat next to me. I rested my head on his shoulder. Watching intensely. When the movie started to wind down, all my thoughts rushed back. Feeling numb. Pete stood up first and grabbed the boxes.

"What did you think?" He asked me. "It was good," I replied shyly. I pulled my sweater tightly. "Do you like it or are you just saying that because it's us?" Andy chuckled. "No, I did like it. I think I might need to watch it again when I'm not..." I hugged myself. Joe spoke up, "You guys trying this long-distance thing?" Patrick nodded. "It might not be so bad," Pete shrugged, "We start a tour soon and have a few dates in New York." "So in a couple of months we'll see each other again," Patrick gave me a small grin. I nodded to myself. Letting out a long sigh, I said, "I can wait. Hopefully." We all pitched in to pick up our mess before heading to bed.

Alone together. I curled up on the bed. Patrick sat next to me. Silently. I wish time could stand still for just a moment. I found myself wishing for a lot of things. Things I didn't know I wanted. Things I've only read about or hear from others. Three days felt short. Yet, so much has happened. I could feel my heart chip. Patrick tapped my shoulder. Glancing over at him. I forced a smile. "We going to see each other soon. I promise," he said in a comforting tone. Moving over, He put an arm around me. I leaned on him. "It's just us. Let's not waste our last hours like this," Patrick whispered. I turned to him. Moving closer. His lips brushed against mine. Just a quick, but sweet kiss. "Is this something you want before leaving?" I asked, "Or is it something else?"

"Just you in my arms will be fine."

"That's not what you said earlier. What changed your mind?"

"Just scared to leave you after that. Every message and phone call. Even a few visits are for you. To see you."

"Just me?" I pondered. "I like you. All of you," he explained. Kissing my cheek. "Oh," I blushed. I cuddled up to Patrick. It wasn't long before we kissed again. Feeling his plumb lips against mine. Slightly parting my lips. Letting his tongue in. Our tongues danced. I felt a spark of electricity as he laid me back. Steam clouded our glasses when things started to get hot and heavy. Patrick was practically on top of me. My head was in a flurry.