Page 48 of Renegade
“Relax, I’ll talk to your boss if you need me too,” he says when we step out of the shower.
I start to laugh as I dry off and he raises his eyebrows. “Sorry, but what are you going to say? Please excuse Brooklyn for being late, we had mind blowing shower sex?”
He smacks my ass as I’m wrapping the towel around myself and I let out a yelp. “That’s exactly what I’ll tell him.”
We both go into the bedroom to get dressed and I decide to just put my hair up in a wet bun since I’ve got to leave in fifteen minutes. I put on my white blouse and gray pencil skirt with black heels. Rushing over to the mirror to toss on a bit of makeup and when I’m finished I turn around. Fitz leans against the door frame with a small grin. “What?” I ask looking to see if something is out of place.
“I’ve never seen you in your work clothes before, it’s pretty hot,” he says, pushing off and stalking toward me. He wraps his arms around me and we hold onto one another. “Oh damn, Brooklyn. I don’t want to say goodbye.”
I can hear the sadness in his voice and it mimics how I feel. “I don’t either. I’m not ready.”
We finally pull apart and I swallow down the lump in my throat when I look at him. “My car is here, so if you’re ready to leave I’d like to leave together.”
I nod my head and walk to the front door, hand and hand. I grab my purse and keys and stop short. “Hey, did you take my car this morning?” I ask, laughing.
“Yep,” he says, giving me a wink. We get outside and he opens my door for me. We grab ahold each other and share one last kiss. It’s slow and full of unspoken words. We break apart too soon and he cups my cheek. “Call me when you get home. Please be careful.” I force a smile and he shakes his head. “Fuck, I’m going to miss you.”
“Me too,” I sadly say.
“Go, because in a minute I’m not going to be able to let you,” he says and I reluctantly climb into the driver’s seat. I close the door and roll the window down. He leans in and kisses me again. “Bye, Brooklyn.”
A tear escapes my eye and I quickly wipe it. “Bye, Fitz.” That’s it, that’s our time over. He gets into his car and the driver pulls away, taking my heart with them. I clear my throat and wipe beneath my eyes. “It’s only a few days, you can do this.”
**
The next few days are the longest of my life. My boss told me if I took extended leave that I’d lose my job. I told him I was taking it regardless and he let me go. I tried packing and realized I hate everything I own and now don’t have extra money to buy new ones. I talked to Fitz a few times, but not nearly as much as I was hoping. They are always busy and I’m starting to wonder if this was a good idea. I have no job which means no money. If I have no money coming in, I need to break into my savings and I hate that.
I toss and turn thinking of it all while waiting for Fitz to call me back. They had a shoot today and he said they wouldn’t be getting done until late. I miss him, more than I probably should at this point, but I can’t help it. I miss his hands on me, I miss the way he makes me feel, I miss the person I am when I’m with him.
My phone rings and I nearly fall out of bed reaching for it. “Hey beautiful,” he says when I answer it.
The second I hear his voice, my eyes close. “Hey. How was the shoot?” I ask. I haven’t told him that I was fired. I don’t want his sympathy or his money, so when we talk I keep the focus on him.
“It went good. How’s everything there? You all packed and ready?” he asks with such excitement in his voice.
“I’m all packed. What time will the car be here tomorrow?” I won’t lie to him and say I’m ready, because I just don’t know if I am.
“I told them to be there at eight, but they are instructed to wait as long as it takes for you to be ready. So no rush, but the car will be there at eight.” I hear everyone in the background and they are all laughing and having a good time.
“Okay. Listen, I hear what you’re missing out on. I’ll let you go,” I say and roll onto my side.
He’s quiet for a minute and suddenly, it is completely quiet on his end. “Brooklyn, what’s going on? You haven’t been yourself since I left and I’m getting worried. Are you having second thoughts?”
Christ, that’s not what I want him to think. “No, it’s not that. I’m just nervous I guess, but nothing to worry about. You can go hang with your friends.”
“You really don’t get it do you? How many times should I say this before you start to believe me? It’s you I want. I want to talk to you, be with you, fuck you, sleep with you, wake up with you. I don’t give a shit about anyone else or anything else. The only thing I’m missing out on right now, is being with you,” he says and I hear the hurt in his voice.
“Shit, I’m sorry. I guess I just don’t want to be the girlfriend that keeps her guy from doing the fun things,” I say.
He chuckles and says, “The only fun things I’m missing out on include you and a bed.”
We talk for the next hour and I feel my eyes starting to drift closed. “Fitz, I need to get some sleep, but just think tomorrow at this time we’ll be in bed together.”
“In bed, but definitely not sleeping,” he says, causing me to squeeze my legs together. Hell I used to go weeks, sometimes months with no sex. Now, my body is wound up after a few days.
“I can’t wait,” I say around a yawn.
“Get some sleep baby. I can’t wait to hold you in my arms tomorrow.”