Page 298 of Seasons of Love
He stops, and I think he sees me, but he seems to be talking to someone.
He said he had a job. What kind of job?
I don’t even want to think. He waves at something, and then the chair and the hat are gone.
A moment later, he’s moving again, this time at a slower pace. He raises his arms above his head, twirling his hands.
It’s so fucking sensual. One hand runs slowly down Bubble’s arm toward the back of his neck before passing over his mouth. I see his lips follow the trail of his fingers.
He moves to the beat of whatever he’s listening to, lost in his own world.
There’s no doubt he’s a man. For starters, there are no breasts. But he doesn’t lack in lines or curves. His stomach is tight, just as you’d expect from an athlete, but when he turns around, there’s an unmistakable curve leading to a round and very perfect ass.
I run my hand over my head. Why am I reacting to him? Is it because he’s an artist? A dancer? Or is it him?
I’ve never looked at a man and thought about how sexy he is. Though in the past, whenever Mel commented on some of her favorite actors on TV, I couldn’t deny they were attractive men.
Fuck, I’m too tired and horny. I haven’t had sex with anything other than my right hand in over a year. My brain is fried, and Bubble’s strawberry perfume probably has some kind of pheromone power mix.
In my semi-freaked-out state, I don’t realize Bubble has stopped dancing and is staring at me through his window.
Naturally, my reaction is to drop to the floor, escape to the bedroom on my knees, and pretend this never happened.
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BUBBLE
“Good morning, sky. Good morning, sunshine. Good morning, birds outside. Good morning, snow on the trees…hmm…” I stretch under the covers like a cat and burrow again into my fluffy warm world.
I look at the clock, but it’s too early in LA to call Juju to tell her I caught Coach staring at me last night. Damn time zones.
“Okay, world, what shall we do today? Apart from being uh-mazing, of course?”
I get up from the bed and straighten the covers. There’s an extra spring in my step, and nothing will burst Bubble’s bubble today.
With Juju arriving tomorrow, I double-check that her room is ready for her. I’ve been turning on the electric fireplace in that room for two hours each day so it gets acclimated to the rest of the house. I know all too well how much colder the cold feels when you’re not used to it.
I prepare a bowl of yogurt with my favorite granola and a cup of coffee before scrolling through the news on my phone.
There are some emails from the school and the kids sending pictures of the things they’re getting up to over the Christmas break.
I head to the large double doors facing the lake and snap a few photos to send back as my replies.
Once I finish breakfast, I wrap up warm and go for a walk. There’s fresh snow on the ground, but it should be okay as long as I don’t go too far from the cabin.
I debate for a moment about asking Coach if he wants to come with me, but something tells me he’s still hiding from me.
The path along the lake is well marked, and from the foot and paw prints, I can see it’s already been well used this morning.
This place isn’t too far from Windsor, so I might come over in the summer. I wonder if Mr. and Mrs. C would let me stay in the cabin again. This time I’d rent it out, of course.
More thoughts of the coach fill my head—as if they ever leave.
There’s not a shadow of a doubt he watched me last night. I wasn’t dancing like that for him on purpose.
If I had been, I would’ve put on a better show. But when I started the video call with a friend to show him some choreography moves for his audition, it was still daytime, and my curtains were drawn back. I didn’t notice when it became dark outside.
The music I’d been playing changed from the upbeat tempo of my friend’s audition song to something more mellow, and I felt like swaying to the sound of the melody.
