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I stand at the top of the steps like a startled hare, not moving a muscle except my eyes, which dart around looking for the source of the noise.
Nothing in the hallway moves but…yes. There it is again!
Curious, I listen closely and find my eyes moving to Daniel’s door. I continue to listen for a few moments more and then yes. I’m certain. It’s coming from inside.
I let my curiosity get the better of me, perhaps feeling a little reckless as a result of my great embarrassment earlier in the day. Either way, I tiptoe closer to Daniel’s door, careful not to make a sound. Passingly, I wonder if he’s okay and hope that nothing is wrong…
But deep down, I know what it is that I’ll see when I lean down and peek through the little keyhole of his door.
And as I do just that, my suspicions are confirmed. It’s convenient, frankly, that Kent never replaced the old-timey locks on the bedroom doors in this old house, because Daniel’s gives me a perfect view inside to where he and another person I can’t see who tangle on his bed.
I cock my head to the side as I look, curious. I know that it’s wrong that I should give Daniel his privacy, but…I realize, suddenly, that I’ve never seen anyone have sex before. I blush to realize it. I mean, of course I have seen it on TV and the internet. But not like this, never before so…real…
I’m mesmerized, frankly, by the sight of the bodies pressed together so fervently, tangled so that I can’t tell the limbs apart in the dark blue light of the room. I continue watching as they pull apart for a moment sit up, changing positions. I recognize the profile of Daniel’s sweet face, looking down at his lover.
I’m embarrassed, a little, by the tenderness that I see there, and know I should move away. In fact, I start to do so when the lover himself turns his torso towards the door. And I gasp aloud because…
Because I know that face, I know the shape of that body.
Jerome.
I stand up straight, aghast, my eyes wide and my jaw dropping open.
“Did you hear something?” I can barely hear Daniel’s voice from inside the room, but I know that I’ve been caught. I scurry backwards, my eyes fixed on the door, when
Oh my god.
I go stock still as I feel my back collide with something else. Someone else.
“Good evening, Fay,” I hear that familiar dark voice purr. “Why are you spying on my son?”
I almost spill my milk everywhere as I spin to look up at Kent.
“Shut up!” I whisper angrily, glancing back at the door. “They’ll hear you ”
“They?” Kent asks, raising an eyebrow and looking at Daniel’s door.
“Come on!” I hiss, throwing my shoulder against his side, trying to herd him towards my room, to get him away from Daniel’s door before it opens and Daniel sees us both standing here.
Kent laughs a little at my wasted effort to get him to move we both know I couldn’t budge him an inch if he didn’t want to go but after a moment he allows himself to be shepherded out of the hall and through my open door, which I press my back against to close. I flinch as my lock clicks shut, desperately hoping that Daniel and Jerome didn’t hear us.
“Well, Fay,” Kent’s voice says, and I look up to see him standing in the darkness of my room, hands in his pockets, smirking at me. “I didn’t think you’d be so eager to get me alone in here ”
“Would you shut up,” I murmur, turning my head back to the door to listen, my milk and box of cookies still clutched in my hands. “I don’t want Daniel to know I was listening.”
“Listening, is it?” Kent says, not bothering to lower his voice. “Looked like you were peeking ”
I give him a dirty glare, promising murder and torture and every horrible thing he can imagine if he doesn’t shut his mouth right now. I can see the laugher cross his face but he puts his hands up, complying with my demand for silence.
I hear Daniel’s movements, then. Hear him open his door, take a few steps outside. Silence, for a moment, and then murmured voices. Then, someone passes by my door, and someone goes back into Daniel’s room, shutting the door behind him.
When the hall goes quiet again, I release my breath.
“Okay,” I murmur. “I think…I think we’re safe.”
“You know, Fay,” Kent says evenly. “I don’t like it when there are people in my home whom I’m unaware of. If Daniel is having midnight visitors…” He pauses here, looking at me curiously, allowing me to finish the sentence for myself.
I hold his gaze and slowly shake my head. “You’re getting nothing from me, Kent,” I say slowly. “So don’t even ask.”
He purses his lips then, cocking his head to the side, clearly curious. “And you’re not mad about it?” he asks. “That Daniel is entertaining…someone? In his room? At night? While you…” he looks at the contents of my hands for a moment, “…eat cookies alone?”
“Well, I’m not alone, am I,” I toss back at him, speaking before I think about the implications of my words because I’m angry at him for his stupid pressing questions. “After all, you’re here, aren’t you?”
I push myself up from my spot against the door and walk to my bedside table, placing my snack down there and turning back towards Kent, my arms crossed.
“Am I your midnight visitor, Fay?” Kent asks, his voice taking on a sensual note I’m not sure I’ve heard before. “Is that what you want?”
Suddenly, I’m just…exhausted by it all.
I put my hand to my forehead, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. Honestly, it’s past midnight, and I’m hiding in my room from my fiancé with his dad who I made out with earlier tonight and he’s asking if I want him to be my midnight visitor whatever that is and Jerome is gay, when I thought he liked me
It’s all just…too much.
“Sure, Kent,” I sigh. Then I look up at him blandly. “Visit all you want. Do you want a cookie?” I grab the box off the table and shove it towards him. “We can have a real sleepover, just like I did in Girl Scouts.”
Kent grabs the cookies from my hand and tosses them on the bed, taking a step closer to me. “Trust me, Fay,” he murmurs, his eyes on my mouth again. “This will be nothing like Girl Scouts.”
I groan then, tossing my head back, letting him see that none of this is sexy. It’s all just so draining.
“Whatever, Kent,” I murmur, looking up at the ceiling. “Can you just go away? I’m tired. I want to go to bed.”
He surprises me by backing off. I watch him as he moves away from me, heading towards the door.
“Seriously?” I ask, watching him as he twists the handle. “That’s it? No fight? No repartee? It’s that simple?”
Slowly, Kent turns to me. “You’re tired, Fay,” he says. “Go to bed. You need your rest.” He takes a moment to consider me, though. To run his eyes over my tired face, my rumpled hair, my lips still swollen from the force of his own pressed against them not so long ago.
“But simple? No, Fay. If you think this is over…” He just slowly shakes his head.
With that, he pulls my door open and steps out into the hall, closing it behind him.
I stand still for a moment, staring at the door. Then I slump down onto my bed, pulling the box of cookies into my lap.
Without a word, I eat the whole thing.
The next morning I push through the door to the kitchen rubbing my eyes, still bleary from lack of sleep. Unfortunately, no matter how late you go to bed, the Lippert house is buzzing with activity as soon as 6 am. A knock came to the door at 6:30 a housekeeper delivering my fresh clothes for the day. There was no getting back to sleep after that. So here I am, at 7 in the morning, needing coffee. Badly.
I make a beeline for the espresso machine and am surprised to meet Daniel there.
“Hey Fay,” he says, handing me the cup of espresso he just made. I accept it gratefully. “How did you sleep?”
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