Nightly Behaviors

Chapter 22

I stand against the window for what seems like forever before Chresanto comes back in the room. A towel is wrapped around his waist and water is dripping from his hair and rolling down his neck and onto his chest. I take in this stunning scenery and I'm not talking about the city.

"We'll leave in a few minutes."

Leave? What the is he talking about? When did we discuss anything about leaving?

"Where are we going exactly?"

"My moms. Shes having brunch prepared and has something to announce apparently."

I love how he got my assumed that I just do happen wanted to go. How does he know I even want to come? I mean I do but...

"Ok." I turn back towards the window and stare at a crowd of birds flying past. I didn't know birds flew this close to up here.

"Wow." he says flatly.

When I look back at him he's swapped his towel with a tight pair of black boxers briefs and is pulling up a pair of dark blue jeans. I refrain from stripping him again with my eyes and turn back to the window for the umpteenth time. "What?" I mutter.

"I just expected you to try and argue."

Hmp, out smarted him.

"I thought about it, but then I decide it's just be best not to waist my time."

"Well thought out."

Lastly he pulls a white tshirt over his head and migrates over to his chest.

"I see you decided to wear the sweater?"

"I did." I shrug and watch the bunches of people roam the streets below us.

The rest of the time is spent getting ready silently and is used by Chresanto to add finishing touches to his outfit. I've never seen him get ready for anything and to be honest it's kind of interesting to watch. He's like me with the accessorizing and fragrance usage. When the process is finally over we head over to the front door where we run into a few of the clothes left there the night before. "Momentous of a night well spent." he smiles and nods.

His smile is beautiful and do my best not to melt over it. I do my best to not melt over him and laugh kicking my top to the side.

The weather it chilled and it feels like it became fall over night so I like how warm the car ride is. Chresantos music at the moment is fairly decent, down beat and soothing.

We drive the two hours it takes to get to his moms and I can't stop wondering what her announcement is. Whatever it may be I hope she's not depressed and sad like she was last time I saw her. It literally broke my heart to watch.

We ring the doorbell and stand outside in the freezing weather to waiting for someone to answer for a solid thirty seconds.

Chres's warm hand interlocks mine during the time and makes my heart skip a beat and my face run flush for a second but I calm down. A familiar young girl answers the door and smiles at us both before letting us in. "Chresanto's here!"

None the less Mrs. Debra comes running towards the door with her arms outstretched and pull Chresanto and I into a large hug. I notice that she's noticeably taking her husbands death better than before but at the same time I feel as if sorrow lies under this suspected mask. "You look good Mrs. Debra." I smile sincerely and take her by her hands. Their warm and soft even though they're aged to the point of deep wrinkles.

She returns the beaming grin. "It's just I'm alive and I just know he wouldn't want me to wither away in sorrow but enough about that lets go eat."