Burning Bridges (Part I)

Chapter 7

We walk back through the same hall and I can feel Shawn seething. I wonder if I should say something to get his mind off. We get in the car and he slams the door a little too forcefully and sighs.

"I'm going to take you home" again with the direct statements.

"Okay, it's getting late anyway." I say.

He starts the car and says nothing else. I can see there is a lot on his mind, and if this is his reaction then I guess he must really hate the new music. I speak first.

"So, New York. What are you going there for?"

"To speak to a recording studio. Andrew wants me to start recording there." he says and I can see that he is still tense.

"I'll be back on Wednesday." he adds.

I decide to switch subjects.

"Monday after next I'm starting my project. Bye, bye office." I say in a cheerful tone.

"What's your first project?"

"It's the Prince Edward Viaduct."

"What will you do to it?"

"Rehabilitation. In fact all the projects I am going to be assigned to in the next few years are going to be rehabilitations."

"Is Sam going to be part of all these projects?" he asks and grips the wheel tighter.

"I don't know, and I told you that there is nothing there. We only met on Tuesday."

"You met me on Monday."

"That's a shitty thing to say."

"I know. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." he reaches and takes my hand in his.

We drive in silence the rest of the way. When we reach my building he parks in front, unbuckles his seat belt and turns to me.

"I'm sorry for earlier. I really had a great time with you today."

"You're forgiven. I had a nice time too." I smile.

"Can I see you tomorrow before I leave?"

"Sure, let me know when you're done at the studio."

He leans and kisses me. I don't know if I'll ever get used to it. I feel a burning between my legs as I remember that those lips were there just a short while ago. I know he feels the same because his kiss grows more hungry as we get carried away. I am the first to sever contact this time. I want to leave him wanting more.

"See you tomorrow." I say with a smile.

"Mhm" is all he says and I exit the car.

I go up to my apartment and feel all happy and warm inside. I throw my sneakers off and jump on the bed. I stare at the ceiling and think about today. "I date when it's worth it" he said. And the sex was mind blowing. He is so funny and playful when he is relaxed, and he is not at all the person the tabloids paint him to be. At least I haven't seen that side to him. That playboy-I-don't-care-about-anything-or-anyone side that drinks and does drugs.

I don't know how much time passes with me daydreaming, but I fall asleep. I wake up snuggled in my comforter in my clothes. I get up to go to the bathroom and take a shower. As I lather my body I remember every place Shawn kissed me. I move my hand over the spots and reach my clit. It's throbbing, but I decide against touching my self. I want to save that for him.

I put on a pair of skinny jeans and a plain white t-shirt and I text the group chat I have with Kate, Kristen and Brian to see if they want to do something. Kate is hanging out with her boyfriend today, Kristen wants to come and hear all about Friday after I went missing, but has lunch planed with her in-laws, and Brian is free and wants to meet up for coffee. He tells me this great coffee shop he knows and gives me the address.