Losing It Part 45

He didn't even have the decency to look pained. He just kissed me, pressing all of his weight in to me, and it was the best kind of 'too much.'

I'd always thought too much, too much in my head, as Eric said. But since I'd met Garrick, I had an embarra.s.sing tendency to stop thinking completely. The things that came out of my mouth as a response were almost always embarra.s.sing, but sometimes... they worked out. Sometimes, saying the first thing that came to mind went well. Sometimes simple and honest worked the best.

I hoped this was one of those moments.

"I'm a virgin," I told him. "That's why I ran away the night we met. I didn't have a cat. I wasn't with Cade. I was just afraid."

He paused mid-kiss on my neck. Then, slowly, like s.h.i.+fting-of-tectonic-plates-slowly lifted his head. He stared at me, into me, through me. I resisted the urge to hide my face, to run away screaming, to make up ridiculous excuses involving some other kind of animal. I whispered, "You could drive a girl crazy with that kind of silence."

He reacted-it was small-the skin between his eyebrows pinched together.

"Let me get this straight... you didn't have a cat? Did you get a cat just so that you wouldn't have to tell me you were a virgin?"

I pressed my lips together to keep them from trembling. I nodded. The look on his face was somewhere between shock and amus.e.m.e.nt. He was flabbergasted. That was the best word. His flabber had been thoroughly gasted.

"You said you loved my craziness," I reminded him.

"I do. I love you. It's just... honestly? I'm relieved."

"You're relieved that I'm a virgin? What, did you think I was a hoe-bag?"

"I would never think you were a hoe-bag." Was it completely inappropriate to find the way he says 'hoe-bag' adorable? "But I knew you were hiding something. I was worried there was some other reason you didn't want to be with me. I've been paranoid about it for months."

"You've been paranoid? I heard that phone call where you said I was an inconvenience. You were planning to change jobs because of me. I was petrified if I ever looked at you too long or gave away how much I missed you that you'd pack up and leave."

"What are you talking about? I was never planning to leave."

"I heard you. That day I came by the office. You were on the phone with someone back in Philadelphia, and you said you were over us, that it had just been a inconvenience-"

He held a hand to my lips, "Bliss, now I will stop your crazy talk. While our situation is anything but convenient, you have never been an inconvenience to me. And I wouldn't have left even if they fired me. I was far too enamored with you." I resisted the urge to correct his use of the past tense. He is enamored with me. He loves me. G.o.d, that felt good. So good, I might get it tattooed somewhere on my body.

He blew out a breath, and the blond strands on his forehead danced in response. "The phone call was actually about something that happened before I left Philadelphia. It's part of why I'd left Philadelphia. "

I remembered that long ago day that I'd asked why he left Philly, he'd changed the subject rather effectively by kissing me. I hadn't cared then. Maybe if I had, things would have happened differently. He s.h.i.+fted off of me, once more on his side next to me. He barely looked at me as he spoke, "I had a friend, Jenna. Our relations.h.i.+p was a lot like your relations.h.i.+p with Cade. We became friends during graduate school, and even though I knew it was a bad idea, we tried to be more. I cared about her, but as a friend, and nothing more. When I ended the relations.h.i.+p-well, it was a disaster. We were working on a show together. We did a lot of work at the same theatres, and much like the early Phaedra rehearsals-we ruined everything we did together. As a result, I was having trouble finding work and most of our friends had taken Jen's side, so when Eric offered me an out, I ran. I was so ashamed at first. I'd quit. I'd given up. And I'd lost a good friend in the process. The phone call you heard was about Jen. That's what I was over. And that's why I came down so hard on you and Cade. I was terrified you would go to him, even though I knew you were just friends. I was scared you'd make the same mistake I did. I'm sorry. I handled this all so badly. If I had told you when you asked you might have understood-"

It was my turn to stop him with a kiss. I turned onto my side, and pulled him against me. I poured every misplaced emotion into that kiss-the uncertainty I'd felt about his feelings, the fear of my virginity, the remorse over all the time we'd wasted. I let go of all those things, sent them off with a kiss.

"I understand now," I told him. "That's what matters."

"I love you," he said. I would never get tired of that.

"I love you, too."

He said, "Can you say that one more time? So, that I can be sure it's not the sickness addling my brain?"

I kissed him, softly. In our current state, softly was about all we could manage.

"I love you, Garrick."

It was shocking how not scared I was.

Not anymore.

Chapter Twenty-Six

A gold necklace sat weighted and heavy around my neck. My hair was piled in curls and jewels, and my dress, though sweeping and simple, was heavy and lush. I sat staring in the dressing room mirror as the makeup designer put finis.h.i.+ng touches on my hair, and I completed the application of my stage makeup. It was opening night, and despite my heavy costume and jewelry, I felt like I was going to float away.

Excitement rushed faster than blood through my veins.

We were here. Finally. The opening had been delayed a week due to the widespread sickness, but even so, I thought the show was good. Really good. And I wasn't alone.

Kelsey came careening into the room, looking drop dead gorgeous as Aphrodite. "I know, I know. You don't have to stare. I know how amazing I look."

I smiled, just glad to have her back. She'd been the only one of my close friends to evade the dreaded mono, which was incredibly cruel, considering spin the bottle had been her idea.

She'd shown up on the last day of spring break to demand we "stop being prissy girls and make up already," only to find Garrick and I curled up in bed together. She'd pieced together pretty quickly why I hadn't wanted to go out dancing that night, and with a wide grin backed out of my room saying, "Don't mind me. I didn't see anything. My lips are sealed." At first, Garrick had totally freaked, but since then she had definitely become an ally.

She smiled at Megan, the designer finis.h.i.+ng my hair and said, "Looks great, Meg! You're fantastic! I think Alyssa needed you for something though, so you might want to finish up fast."

Megan nodded, spraying the final product with half a can of hairspray before fleeing the dressing room.

Kelsey threw herself into a chair beside me, "You're welcome. And first, you look gorgeous. I'm a little envious. Shouldn't Aphrodite have a better dress?"

I rolled my eyes.

"All right, okay. Nevermind. Secondly, you're going to be amazing tonight. Seriously. Like, give her a Tony now amazing. Third, break a leg." She leaned in and licked the side of my face, some weird pre-show tradition she'd had for as long as I'd known her. "And lastly, there's someone else waiting outside to wish you a good show. You've got five minutes until warm-up. I can promise you privacy for three, so you better take advantage while you can."

She placed a quick air kiss on my cheek, skipping toward the door and shut it behind her once Garrick had slipped inside.

"Hi," He said.

"Hey."

He stepped farther into the room, and I stood. It was disconcerting to see myself in the dozens of mirrors all around the room, so I focused on him, which wasn't hard. He looked gorgeous as always.

"You look..." He paused, taking in my elaborate, midnight blue costume.

"If you say cute, I will skin you alive."

He smiled and pulled me to him. Careful not to smudge my makeup, he placed a kiss on my neck instead, then dipped and dropped a kiss over my heart, just above the line of my gown. I clutched his shoulders, feeling light-headed at his touch.

He said, "I was going to say you looked unbelievably s.e.xy. I'm glad you're not my step-mum."