Long After
Page 8I noticed he likes to leave his account open on his laptop. And he takes his laptop with him the evenings he swims after classes. He leaves it in his locker while he does laps, along with his iPod. It wasn’t difficult to figure out his combination. It’s the same one he used all through high school. It’s almost too easy.
The only part I’m having a difficult time with is deciding whether to load my music on it or if I should fill it with country. Chase cannot stand country music.
I swing my feet from my perch on the bench as I watch Loden sway just under the surface of the water. He moves like a fish, sliding gracefully across the pool. It’s almost hypnotic. I could watch these guys swim all day.
I sigh and return my attention to my book, trying to work these math problems out. If I can get this out of the way, I’ll have the rest of the evening to spend with Loden.
The last few weeks have been great, but we don’t get as much time together as I’d like. Between my studying rituals and his practices, we’re lucky to get an actual date in. Most nights are spent just like this. At the pool. I work on homework while he trains. I’m not complaining because I appreciate his commitment. I just wish I were a little bit higher on his list of priorities. But our relationship is still new. I can’t expect him to change his life around for someone he’s been seeing for such a short amount of time.
“Whatchya doing?” Chase says in my ear, causing me to gasp at his unexpected proximity.
“Jesus,” I pant, my hand covering my speeding heart. I swing at him, trying to slap his arm, but he steps back, chuckling. “It’s not funny. You gave me a mini heart attack.”
He runs his hand over his bare stomach. My eyes follow the movement before I glance up at his face. He grins at me, fully aware I was checking out the hard plains of the six-pack he has going on. Freaking swimmers and their hot, swimmer bodies.
I feel my cheeks burn and know I’m blushing. I shouldn’t be embarrassed. These guys are all walking around wearing next to nothing. The whole swim team wears Speedos. It’s impossible to not look at all the skin they show. But somehow it feels different with Chase.
At least he wears trunks. He’s just too beautiful to be walking around all wet and tucked into a tight, barely-there Speedo. Even with the tattoos from bicep to wrist, and his hair constantly changing colors, he’s still incredible to look at. Almost like a piece of fine crafted art. Not anything I’d buy, but something I enjoy viewing from time to time.
My gaze somehow managed to trail right back down over his toned stomach while I was lost in my thoughts. I flick my eyes up to his face and he smirks.
“You done?”
“You’d think there’d be more to look at with all the laps you swim,” I sigh as if I’m disappointed.
“Good thing you have a boyfriend for staring at,” Chase replies.
Now that he mentions him, I turn my attention to the pool, searching for Loden. He’s out of the water and talking to some of the guys while he towels off. I know I shouldn’t, but I compare him to Chase. Only his body because Loden is way ahead of Chase in all the places that matter. Like intelligence and drive. He has a sure future. Where Chase is heading straight to his parents’ basement.
But… I shiver, despite the heat of the room. Loden falls short in the looks department when you stand him next to Chase. Don’t get me wrong, Loden isn’t ugly. Not even close. In fact, I’m sure there are plenty of girls that would find him more appealing than Chase.
I’m just not one of them.
But that doesn’t matter. I’m not with Loden for his looks.
Chase snaps his fingers in front of my face. “Earth to Annie.”
I shove his arm away and glare up at him. “What?”
“I know I’m good looking, but you’re making me uncomfortable, checking me out right in front of your boyfriend.” Chase crosses his arms over his chest and sighs dramatically. “I’m not on display. There is so much more to me than this sexy body.”
I can’t help the startled laugh that escapes. “Sorry,” I say softly. “I got lost in thought for a minute.”
He scrunches his lips and nods. “It’s cool. You’re not the first girl I’ve wowed into speechlessness.”
“Bored,” I correct. “You bored me. Not wowed. And I’m never speechless.” I toss my hair over my shoulder and stand up. I start gathering all my work, placing it inside my bag.
“When you get all defensive like that, it just makes me wonder what you’re trying to cover up.”
I turn around so he can see me roll my eyes. “I’m not being defensive. It’s called honesty. I thought we called a truce?”
I raise my hands in front of me and then just let them fall, smacking my thighs. “Ugh.”
“It’s all right if you want me—most girls do. Your secret’s safe with me.”
My entire face ignites because there is some truth to his words. I can’t tell if he knows it or not, but I know it, and that’s enough.
“Never mind.” His brows draw together and he frowns at me. I step around him and he takes my hand.
“You know I’m just messing with you.”
I look down at my hand wrapped in his for several heartbeats. His hand feels so different from Loden’s. Warm. Rough. Callused from the many hours spent playing his bass. Another shiver runs over my spine and I pull away.
“Unless I’m not,” he adds, his narrowed eyes searching my face.
I press my lips together and shake my head. “I have a boyfriend. You shouldn’t mess with me that way.”
He lets out a harsh breath and nods his head slowly. “Got it. Won’t happen again.”
His words feel like a slap to the face. The thought of him not messing with me burns just as much as when he messes with me. I pivot on my heel and walk as quickly as I can to the locker room to find Loden.
~*~
I push the door open slowly and announce my arrival. I’m not trying to catch anyone mid-change. I hear the shower running, but get no answer, so I move inside slowly. The locker area is empty, so I sit on a bench and wait for Loden to finish up.
My gaze keeps heading over to Chase’s locker—number twenty-two. But I’ve lost all desire to hack his iPod. Instead, I pull out my book and continue to work on my homework.
I just finish the final problem when I hear the squeak of the shower faucet and then silence.
I clear my throat. “I’m in here,” I call out.
Loden comes around the corner, a towel wrapped around his waist. He looks at me for a moment, his eyes narrowed, before quietly opening his locker. I wait while he fishes around inside, but as he begins dressing without a word, I stand up.
“I finished my homework,” I say, turning around to give him privacy. I stare at the wall, still waiting for some response from him.
I get nothing.
“Did you want to do something? Maybe go to a movie? Or we could rent one if you’d rather do that.”
Still nothing.
The rattle of the metal locker slamming shut startles me. I turn around slowly. Loden walks toward me, his gym bag over his shoulder and his hands on his hips. He stops a foot away, his gaze never wavering.
“What the hell was that?”
I shake my head, clueless. “What?”
He laughs one of those dry, not ha-ha funny laughs, but pissed off, breathy laughs. “You and Malloy. What the fuck was that Annie?”
Oh. That.
Loden steps into me, forcing me back against a locker with his body. His chest is firm, tensed against my torso. He lowers his face directly in front of mine. “Are you fucking around with him?”
I still can’t speak. My heart is pounding against my ribs. I shake my head and he grips my upper arms. “He’s my friend. I won’t put up with you flirting with my friends. Embarrassing me.” He squeezes his hands, pinching my arms painfully.
Tears form in the corners of my eyes. How did this happen? How could I screw this up so badly? So quickly? “Loden,” I rasp, “you’re hurting me.”
“Don’t do this shit again, Annie, or I’m done.” He releases me, but I don’t move. I just stare at him. Watch him adjust the strap on his shoulder and smooth back his hair. He takes a deep breath then stares at me, his eyes penetrating.
My fingers curl into fists at my sides. I don’t know what to do. What to say. My knees keep shaking and I need to sit down. Or run.
Loden moves quickly, pushing his body against mine once again. He touches his hands, soft and smooth, to my face. “I’m sorry. I got jealous. I don’t like thinking about you with other guys.” He trails his lips over my cheek and then presses them gently to mine. “Don’t make me jealous.”
I nod and he slams his mouth down on mine, kissing me hungrily. I’ve kissed Loden a lot over the past few weeks, but never like this. This is demanding. He’s taking. And I can’t decide if I like it or not. My mind is still several steps back, going over everything I did wrong.
He was so angry with me.
I almost blew this.
I slide my fingers up his arms slowly, carefully, testing his willingness. When he doesn’t protest, I continue on to his shoulders, firm but no longer tense, and then to his neck. I let my fingers play with the soft, thick hair at his nape. He slips his into my curls and angles my mouth where he can better reach me.
I meet his tongue with my own and he groans lowly. It’s as if he’s praising me, rewarding me for my efforts. So I put everything I can into this kiss, telling him I’m sorry with my touch, and searching out his forgiveness.
He pulls back and wraps his arms around my back, hugging me tightly to him. I breathe in the scent of his soap and shampoo. Trying to reset myself. I have to be more careful in the future. I can’t let Chase screw this up for me just because I’m slightly attracted to him.
“I won’t do it again,” I promise.
12
Chase
Present
There’s a hand on my head.
Warm.
Firm.
It guides me into the back of the police cruiser.
I sit.
Stare out the window, but I don’t really see anything.
There’s talking. Crackling on the radio.
Silence.
More talking.
Just background sounds I don’t hear. Don’t care to hear.
I feel the car shift. A door closes.
We move, I know, because I start to get dizzy as cars and trees become colors and blurs.
I don’t close my eyes.
But I don’t see.
We stop several times.
There’s more talking.
I think I catch my name.
I don’t know if someone is talking to me or about me.
I don’t care.
The next time we stop, my door is opened.
I step out. I don’t know where.
I don’t ask. I just let them guide me.
I’m sitting in a chair that’s bolted to the ground.
I wonder why anyone would need to bolt a chair to the floor.
Do people really steal chairs that often it makes this a necessity?
They cuff my wrist to the chair.
Now it makes more sense.
They aren’t worried about theft.
They’re worried about me getting away.
My hands are caked in blood.
Some is mine. Most is Loden’s.
My clothes are stiff with more of Loden’s blood, dried to a deep brown.