Irresistible ♫ Dante and Bikini ♫
Oct 19, 2015 16:02:50 GMT -5
Post by Dante on Oct 19, 2015 16:02:50 GMT -5
Isaac, who was lying down on the couch with a book in his hands, smiled to Bikini when she started to thank him and Dante. He pinched the book shut with one hand and gave Bikini a light wave with the other, only to stop halfway. Bikini’s odd choice of words hung awkwardly in the air, and Isaac quirked his brow. Even Dante seemed to realize her tone—so sullen and gloomy—had a sense of finality to it.
“Okay,” said Dante with a stutter in his voice. He looked once to Isaac, then rose from his chair, following Bikini out the door and down to the street. He listened to her, his mouth wavering as he wanted to speak, but he didn’t interrupt. Bikini’s voice tried to rise in pitch, only to crack, and her lips curled up into a smile, only to be torn down by the sad look in her eyes. Dante felt a weight on his heart, his shoulders, his face, tugging hard as Bikini made it sound like she was leaving forever.
“Wait,” he said, reaching out for her. “Wait!” He tried to take her arm, but he remembered how frightened she had been the last time, so instead, his fingers cupped the air around her sleeve. “Bikini, what are you talking about?” He hoped that he was overreacting, that Bikini hadn’t meant what she said the way he thought. Maybe she was so in love with his apartment and being with him that she would hate staying away for even a minute, that she would come back tomorrow and every hour until then would be a torture for her. He could hope, but he knew that was wrong.
“You’re gonna come back, right?” Dante’s voice cracked a little, and his face turned red with a flurry of emotions, his heart pounding in his chest. “You’re welcome to come back any time. My brother and I would love to have you again, whenever you want. It’s not a problem. Seriously.”
“Okay,” said Dante with a stutter in his voice. He looked once to Isaac, then rose from his chair, following Bikini out the door and down to the street. He listened to her, his mouth wavering as he wanted to speak, but he didn’t interrupt. Bikini’s voice tried to rise in pitch, only to crack, and her lips curled up into a smile, only to be torn down by the sad look in her eyes. Dante felt a weight on his heart, his shoulders, his face, tugging hard as Bikini made it sound like she was leaving forever.
“Wait,” he said, reaching out for her. “Wait!” He tried to take her arm, but he remembered how frightened she had been the last time, so instead, his fingers cupped the air around her sleeve. “Bikini, what are you talking about?” He hoped that he was overreacting, that Bikini hadn’t meant what she said the way he thought. Maybe she was so in love with his apartment and being with him that she would hate staying away for even a minute, that she would come back tomorrow and every hour until then would be a torture for her. He could hope, but he knew that was wrong.
“You’re gonna come back, right?” Dante’s voice cracked a little, and his face turned red with a flurry of emotions, his heart pounding in his chest. “You’re welcome to come back any time. My brother and I would love to have you again, whenever you want. It’s not a problem. Seriously.”
