#Epilogue update and #Teaser : Well, I'm up to 30K words and still writing. I'm truly very sorry I told you about it before it was done because I know you're all going to want to kill me if it isn't out next month. However, I'm sure you'll let me live long enough to finish the story :D I'm going to post a teaser below. Not because I want to torture you, but because I like making you a part of the process. If you don't want to read STOP NOW!
CHAPTER 8: Okay, before I even go on, please let me say I am not proud of what I did next. I was bored and insatiably curious. Also, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not your typical boyfriend material.
It was the first time I’d ever been in Livvie’s apartment alone. She had classes during the day but didn’t have to work in the evening. She asked if I’d be there when she came home and I said yes because it beat being in my hotel room.
The sun flooded Livvie’s apartment despite the fact it was December and the day promised to be slightly overcast. I lay in her bed, smothered in throw pillows of various colors and shapes. I felt especially dirty jerking off in her frilly bed. I was sure to wipe up my come with a fuzzy pink pillow. I hoped it would prompt Livvie to throw the damn thing away.
Afterward, I took a shower, made myself a bowl of Cocoa Puffs, and perused the stack of movies Livvie had rented and left on the coffee table. I’d never been the type of man who liked to eat cereal, let alone kid cereal, but Livvie loved the stuff and it was often the only thing I could find in her kitchen. I knew she could cook when she wanted to, but it seemed the mood rarely struck her. Some nights we ate cereal for dinner.
I decided not to watch the movies without Livvie since she seemed to enjoy regaling me with random movie factoids as we watched. I made the mistake of asking why we were watching “Episode IV” instead of starting from the beginning and what followed was a diatribe about George Lucas and how he ruined Star Wars when he released three prequels. I didn’t much care, but I enjoyed watching Livvie rant about things that weren’t me. What I didn’t much enjoy was the way she stared at me the entire time I watched the movie to gauge my response during ‘awesome’ scenes.
As I sat on the couch eating my cereal, my eyes landed on Livvie’s laptop. It was just sitting on the coffee table – daring me! Livvie was on the thing whenever she had time. I knew she was writing something, Claudia had confirmed my suspicions during Thanksgiving. I remembered the way Livvie had snapped at her to be quiet. It only made me more curious. I wondered what she would find worth keeping from me and determined fairly quickly it had to be about me, or us, or better – her.
I shoveled the remainder of my cereal into my mouth and set the bowl on the table. I scooped up the laptop without a moment’s thought and opened it. A smile curved my lips when I saw her screensaver. It was a picture of me asleep on her couch on Thanksgiving. I was wearing pants, but the photograph focused on my face and naked chest. What a little pervert, taking pictures of me while I’m helpless.
I was prompted for a password. Why did she have to have a password? Didn’t she trust me? I hope you’re smiling because I know I am.
