virgin.”
You could have heard a pin drop in that living room. The muted TV is all Ariel could focus on. She watched the smiling actress demonstrate how to apply a wallpaper paste to walls of a lovely Victorian style home. Ariel felt Mike withdrawing from her. Not that she was shocked by any means, but it still hurt. And he still had not responded.
Clearing his throat, once, then twice, Mike finally spoke up.
“That was certainly not what I expected you to say. I was prepared to hear that you had some sort of incurable disease, but not that. No wonder you wanted to take things slow in the past. I understand and I don’t think that we should finish what we were about to start today.”
Mike stood, Mallard and Bruno also got up following him to the French doors that led outside. It seemed that his decision was final. Ariel was busy cursing herself while she sat on the couch. He was probably right, but that didn’t mean that there was something wrong with her, she wasn’t a leper or something. He had gotten up so quickly that it seemed to her as if he had run for the outside. After a few minutes he poked his head in the door.
“Aren’t you going to come outside?”
Rousing herself Ariel went outside to work with Bruno.
Over an hour had gone by, the dogs were hot and tired, moving a little more sluggishly and John refilled the water bowls under the shade tree. It sure seemed like he was going to pretend that Ariel and her admission just hadn’t happened. That might be easy for him to do, but Ariel had never in her life been kissed the way that John kissed her. Virgin or not she knew that John made her feel amazing.
“You ready to go and get some lunch?”
Glancing up Ariel saw him watching her from across the outdoor patio table where he had sat. He seemed to be studying her and she realized that she had just been si tting there staring at her hands. It was awkward now. She didn’t want to go to lunch and pretend like everything was ok when she would probably never hear from him again. It seemed like he wanted to keep distance between them.
“I think I should head home with Bruno and finish up some laundry and errands before going back to work tomorrow.”
There that sounded valid, and she didn’t sound like she was disappointed, she would keep that on in the inside. Leaving now was the easiest way to end things without her being embarrassed or seeming like she was hurt by John’s rejection. Getting up she went inside the house before John had even responded to her words. She called for Bruno over her shoulder seeing John get up to trail behind her.
She was a t the front door unlocking it with her purse and keys in her hand when John put his hand on the door above her head.
“Everything ok with you?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”
“Well for starters you won’t even look at me.”
Turning slightly she looked up and he was looking at her face as if expecting it was going to somehow tell him something new and different than what her mouth was saying.
“Have a good day John, thank you for everything you’ve done with Bruno.”
He had mo ved his hand off of the door and she swung it open easily. She led Bruno out the door and turned only after she had opened the passenger door for Bruno and watched him settle down into the seat. John had come outside after her onto the front porch area, and he looked good. His white t-shirt clung to his muscled torso and Ariel found herself studying him as she climbed into her seat and put the car into reverse. What would it have felt like to run her hands over those bare muscles and that perfectly tanned skin? John was standing on the porch still and as her eyes slid up to meet his face