RoomHate Part 14

Looking around, I said, "I'm so glad you thought of this."

"Do you remember this actual room?" he asked.

"I do." I pointed to the middle. "We used to sit right about there. It smells worse than I remember."

"It does smell pretty raunchy."

There was only one other person in the theater, a man sitting diagonally across from us.

The lights dimmed, and the feature presentation started. Within a few seconds, it became abundantly clear that while the little red theater looked physically the same, everything else had changed.

The opening sequence featured a musical montage of women sucking different men off. It seemed our little red movie house had completely lost its innocence in the years we'd abandoned it. It was now a p.o.r.no theater.

When I looked over at Justin, he was laughing so hard he was practically crying.

I whispered, "Swear to me you didn't know."

He wiped his eyes. "I swear to G.o.d, Amelia. I had no clue. Did you even see a sign...anything?"

"No. But there never really were signs indicating what was playing, so I just a.s.sumed..."

"You know what they say about a.s.suming things..."

"You make an a.s.s out of you and me?"

"Close. Sometimes when you a.s.sume things, you accidentally end up in an adult movie theater watching a.n.a.l."

He pointed to the screen, which displayed nothing but a gigantic a.s.s getting screwed. "Our little red theater has been corrupted, Patch."

To make matters worse, the only other patron in the place seemed to be jerking his hand up and down under a blanket. We both stared over at the guy then erupted in laughter.

"Do you think that's our cue to leave?" I asked.

"It might be."

A new scene suddenly popped up on the screen. It wasn't as hardcore as the other and seemed more cinematic, like an actual film as opposed to a cheap triple X video. The music was softer. The snippet featured two guys going to town on a girl slowly and sensually. She was giving oral s.e.x to one while the other guy was going down on her. We were supposed to be leaving, but I felt frozen in my seat, unable to take my eyes off of it. I knew Justin was watching it too because he was quiet. The entire thing lasted about ten minutes.

When it was over, I looked over at Justin who was just staring at me. Had he been watching the movie, or was he watching me watching the movie? Did he know I was aroused by it? In any case, he didn't make any snide remarks, and he certainly wasn't laughing at me.

When he finally spoke up, his voice sounded strained when he whispered in my ear, "You want to stay?"

"No. We should go."

"Okay."

When I started to get up, he put his hand on my arm to stop me. "I need a minute."

"Why?"

He just stared at me like I should have known why.

I figured it out. "Oh."

I didn't know what turned me on more, watching that scene or knowing that Justin was hard from it. It was all too much for me. He closed his eyes for about a minute then looked over at me. "It's not going down."

"Staying in here isn't going to help."

"Probably not."

"Let's just go." I didn't mean to laugh, but it was pretty funny.

We both got up and exited the theater. I tried really hard not to look down, but my eyes betrayed me as they wandered to the bulge straining through his jeans. Dirty thoughts flooded my mind. I wished things were different because I could think of a million ways I could help him take care of it.

The ride back to Newport was quiet. The s.e.xual tension in the air was thick. My nipples had turned to steel, and my panties were soaked knowing that he was probably still hard. It occurred to me that certain situations could be even more arousing than s.e.x itself, those situations where you wanted something so badly but couldn't have it. My body was experiencing an impossible state of arousal.

We pulled up to the house. When he shut off the ignition, he leaned his head back against the seat and turned to me, looking as if he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.

Breaking the ice, I said, "Thank you for attempting to make my night better."

"Attempt is the operative word. It was an epic fail."

"No, it wasn't."

"It wasn't? I accidentally took you to see a p.o.r.no and got a b.o.n.e.r in the process. What the f.u.c.k...am I fifteen?"

"I was turned on, too. It's just not as obvious."

"I know. I could tell. That was what..." He hesitated and shook his head. "Never mind."

"Well, anyway. It was still better than the date with Dr. Danger."

"I can't believe that a.s.shole. I should go to the hospital and beat the f.u.c.k out of him tomorrow."

"He's not worth it." I glanced out the window. "Anyway, we should go inside."

"Yeah."

Back inside the house, we lingered in the kitchen. I wasn't ready to go to sleep, even though it was well past one in the morning. Neither of us budged.

"Jesus, it's so late, but I'm not tired at all," I said.

"If I make some coffee fusion, will you have some?"

"Yeah. I'd love some." I smiled.

I watched his every move as he prepared the coffee.

I love you.

G.o.d, the thought had just come out of the blue from my subconscious mind. From time to time, those three words would just play in my head when I was with him. I did love him, just as much as I always had. But I needed to control these feelings, otherwise I would be setting myself up for major disappointment.

His back was to me when he said, "Jade is coming back in a few days."

My heart sank. "Really? Are you going back to New York with her?"

"No. After she leaves, I'll stay an extra few days to fulfill my promise to Salvatore."

"Oh."

He placed a steaming hot mug in front of me. "Here you go."

"Thank you."

Over the past forty-eight hours, it seemed that something between us had s.h.i.+fted. Maybe his change in att.i.tude was a result of the impending end of summer.

Sipping the coffee, I said, "I don't think either one of us will be going to sleep anytime soon after this."

"Might as well just stay up."

Over the next two hours, Justin and I just talked, opening up about the things that we'd missed in each other's lives. I found out that before he moved to New York, he'd actually completed a semester at Berklee College of Music in Boston but couldn't afford to continue. His parents had refused to fund his education if he chose to major in music. Instead, he moved to New York and took odd jobs and gigs until he eventually went back to school, majoring in business with a minor in music. He told me he met his ex-girlfriend Olivia a few years after he moved there. They lived together for a couple of years and stayed friends even after he broke up with her. She'd been his only serious girlfriend before Jade. He said Jade believes that the ex wants to get back with him, even though Olivia's with someone else now. In between those two relations.h.i.+ps, he'd slept around with his fair share of women. I appreciated his being candid with me, but it still hurt to hear that.

I told him stories about my time at UNH and how I chose to major in education because it felt like a solid choice, not because it was something I was pa.s.sionate about. I admitted that even though I enjoyed teaching, it felt like there was something missing, something else I was supposed to be doing with my life that I hadn't figured out yet.

Amped up on the coffee, we had literally talked through the night. I was still wearing the black dress from my date. At one point, I went upstairs to use the bathroom. When I came back down to the kitchen, he was sitting on a stool by the window, tooling around with his guitar.

The sun was starting to rise over the ocean. His back was facing me as he started playing Here Comes the Sun by the Beatles. I leaned against the doorway, listening to his soothing voice. The more I paid attention to the lyrics, the more they seemed metaphorical. The past decade had been like a long season of darkness and regret when it came to Justin and me. This reconnection was really like the sun coming up again for the first time in a long time. Of course, he'd probably just chosen to sing it because the sun was literally rising. Still, I couldn't help where my mind travelled, especially on no sleep.

Stop falling in love with him again, Amelia.

How exactly was I supposed to change how I felt? I couldn't. I just needed to learn to accept that Justin was with Jade. He was happy. I needed to somehow figure out how to be his friend again without getting hurt in the process.

When the song finished, he turned around and saw that I'd been watching him.

I walked over to where he was sitting and gazed out. "The sunrise is beautiful today, isn't it?"

"Really beautiful," he agreed, except he wasn't looking at the sun at all.

CHAPTER 8.

Jade was arriving tomorrow, and that was making me feel very much on edge.

I needed to talk to someone, so I coerced my friend and co-worker, Tracy, to come for a visit to the island. She met me for lunch at the Brick Alley Pub in town. I hadn't seen Tracy since right after the school year ended. With her kids' busy summer schedules, she hadn't been able to break away until now.

The first half of our lunch date was spent over nachos, giving her the full back story of my history with Justin and rehas.h.i.+ng what had happened at the beach house up until now.

"G.o.d, I wouldn't want to be in your shoes," she said. "What are you going to do?"

"What can I do?"

"You could tell him how you feel about him."

"He's with Jade, and she's a really good person. I can't try to make a play for him right under her nose if that's what you mean. I won't do that."

"But he obviously wants you."

"I wouldn't say that."

"Come on...the song he dedicated to you? Sure, he didn't know you heard it, but clearly he's got lingering feelings."

"Lingering feelings are one thing...acting on them is totally another. He's not going to leave his gorgeous, talented, Broadway star girlfriend, who'd been there for him when I wasn't, just because some old feelings were rekindled. Jade's a great girl."

"But she's not you. He's always wanted you. You're the one that got away."

"I'm the one that ran away. He won't forget that. He might learn to forgive me, but I don't know that he'll ever fully trust me. It's not fair of me to expect him to."

"You're being too hard on yourself. You were a kid." Tracy took a bite of her corn chip and spoke with her mouth full, "You said you're not selling the house, right?"

"No. We agreed to keep it. That's what Nana would want."

"Then whether he stays with Jade or not, this house is going to bind the two of you forever. Do you really want to spend every summer for the rest of your life watching the man you love moving on with other women?"

My heart felt like it was breaking in two. Flashes of many summers turning into winters ran through my mind on fast forward. The idea of that sounded daunting. Year after year of unrequited love for someone I couldn't have was not something I wanted to endure.

"You're not helping my dilemma. I was hoping you'd talk some sense into me, help me realize that I need to accept things the way they are and move on."

"But that's not really what you want, is it?"

No. No, it isn't.

Tonight was my night off. I didn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved that I'd be missing Justin play. We'd kept our distance since the all-nighter. It was for the best, since things were teetering on inappropriate that night-at least in my head they were.

Tracy decided to stick around and spend the night at the beach house. With Justin out of the house, she had the bright idea that we should buy some liquor and have a girls' night in.

We arrived at the house with a paper bag full of tequila, limes and coa.r.s.e salt. My stomach dropped when I spotted Justin's car in the driveway.

He was supposed to be working. What was he doing home?

"s.h.i.+t. Justin's home."