Bury Me in Shadows by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 0000000000000
Published: 2021-10-16T19:20:21+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

I opened my eyes and didn’t know where I was.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes. I could smell bacon frying. My stomach growled. I remembered I was in Tuscaloosa, in Beau’s apartment and his bed. I glanced around the room. It was a standard college student apartment bedroom. The walls were beige and covered with thumbtacked posters. The carpet was brownish beige. There was a store-bought particleboard desk against one wall, a closed silver MacBook Pro on top of it. A stack of textbooks teetered dangerously on the edge, next to a stack of mail, a printer, a stack of opened copy paper, and his phone—plugged into the outlet under the desk.

The posters were of hot men—Dwayne Johnson doing some exercise involving cables, every muscle straining and veins bulging, the skin sparkling with sweat; Chris Hemsworth in the famous photo from Thor, in jeans and no shirt, enormous muscles pumped; and Shawn Mendes pouting at the camera, his lips glistening.

Self-consciously I looked down at my own body. If that’s what he likes, what was I doing here?

“Stop that,” I whispered. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”

I yawned and stretched, debated whether to get back under the covers and sleep a little longer. The bed was very warm and comfortable and smelled slightly like Beau. I started to lie back down but…if he was frying bacon, he was making me breakfast. A guy had never done that for me before.

Tradd would never spend the night and never let me stay at his place. Whenever Tradd and I had sex, it had to be at my place—I guess so no one would see me leaving. If I fell asleep after we’d had sex, I’d wake up in the morning and find him gone.

That was all Tradd’s problem, not mine. I wouldn’t let his issues define who I was.

I got out of the bed and pulled my shorts back on over my underwear.

I got my toothbrush out of my duffel bag. I wished I had a friend I could call, dish over the details, talk to and giggle about having a boyfriend, the way Tradd’s friends did with him whenever they started seeing someone.

That’s really what it was all about, wasn’t it? I thought with a flash of clarity. I’d never had any real friends before, and I was attracted to Tradd. I got confused about my feelings.

I wandered into the bathroom. I flipped on the lights and turned on the water spigots, splashing hot water up into my face. I used some of Beau’s toothpaste. The bathroom was nondescript and utilitarian, small, painted pale blue with yellow trim. The hand towels were red. The sink, the toilet, and the bathtub were white. The shower door needed to be scoured.

If I ever moved into a place like this, Mom would hire a deep cleaning service before moving in. Can you imagine what’s in that carpet? I could hear her voice in my head, complete with the physical shudder.

I did like my cozy apartment in New Orleans, even if it was expensive for how small it was.

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