Chapter two
hundred and seventy-one:
“What do you
think of this skirt, Zac?” Becky emerged from the change room in a small
pin-stripe skirt which was a good several inches shorter than anything she
owned. In all honesty, she felt as though it belonged in Christy’s wardrobe
instead of her own.
Zac looked up
boredly from his seat in a plush wicker chair in the changing area. He had been
boredly taping out a new beat with his sneakers, and playing with his fingers,
while Becky was trying on clothes.
Becky could tell
by the look on his face that he was bored out of his mind.
She smiled. “Zac?”
At last, he
seemed to notice her, and perked up immediately. “It looks great!” He said,
without even looking.
Becky laughed.
“What?” Zac
asked in confusion. He had been entirely gapped out, but he had hoped she
wouldn’t notice.
“Come here.” She
urged. They were completely alone in the dressing section of a huge women’s
clothing store, the entire mall had been dead.
Becky knew he
was bored. She had offered to do something else with him, but he refused. She
felt badly for him.
Zac pushed
himself out of the chair and walked towards her, crossing the long hall in a
couple of strides.
Becky grinned
and lifted her hands up to his cheeks, allowing him to loop his arms around her
waist.
“The skirt is
really nice… a little short.” He smiled, looking down towards them, and swaying
her hips slightly to the soft music playing.
Becky lifted his
head, so he was looking directly into her eyes.
Before Zac could
speak, she grasped the neck of his t-shirt and jerked him into the small change
room.
Completely
caught off guard, Zac followed, leaning against the back wall, as she clicked
the lock on the door.
“Becca, what-“
She interrupted
him by pressing her lips against his in a daringly blunt kiss.
Zac’s lips moved
against hers, as he drew her body closer to his. Becky ran her hands through
his short shaggy hair, urging him to kiss her harder.
Zac moaned
against her lips, but she quickly parted the kiss and hushed him, rather seductively.
He couldn’t
remove his eyes from her lips, which seemed to call out to him in an eerily
seductive siren song, begging to be kissed again. They were swollen from the
attention, and they weren’t the only thing. He licked his own lips and bent to
kiss her lips again.
In the process,
he backed her against the side wall, and lifted her from her feet with ease.
Her legs wrapped around his hips, her ankles crossing just below the backside
of his jeans. His kisses traveled down her throat, as his hands explored the
skin beneath her blouse.
“Shh, Zac, we have to be quiet.” She
whispered, her eyes fluttering closed.
“You’re the one
who makes all the noise.” He responded slyly, his voice just above a husky
growl.
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Isaac emerged
from the shower, dressed and towel dried his hair. It wasn’t completely dry,
but it wasn’t dripping went, which would do.
He took his time
shaving and whistled the newest tune he had been working on.
In the interest
of spending time with his wife, he had left his guitar behind.
Now he was beginning to regret it. He missed
his guitar, and it felt pathetic.
When he was
finished getting ready, he wandered into the bedroom from the bathroom.
Christy had made
the bed, despite Isaac telling her that a maid would do it.
He searched for
her in the living room and tiny kitchenette, but still could not find her. He
was about to call the front desk and ask if they had seen his wife, when he
remembered the balcony.
Sure enough, he
found her standing on the balcony with her collapsible easel, a thin canvas,
and her pastels spread across the floor.
She was wearing
a thin dress, which the wind threw against her body harshly.
Isaac was surpised how cool it was, when the sun was clearly shining
brightly. And yet, the wind coming in off the sea was not a pleasant one.
“C,” Isaac said
gently. “Come inside, you’ll catch a cold out here.”
Christy looked
up at him with raised eyebrows, and didn’t respond.
“What?” He asked
in confusion.
“You’re treating
me like a child again.” She informed him.
“Sorry.” He
smiled. “I’m just trying to look out for you.” He placed a warm hand on her
still-flat stomach, unconsciously.
She smiled, and
nestled into the warmth of his body. “What do you think?”
“I think it’s
beautiful.” He beamed proudly. “I’d like to hang it in my office at home.”
“You hang all of
my artwork in your office. You’re going to run out of room.” She laughed.
“Yeah, but then
there’s the den, and the bedroom, and the living room…”
Christy smiled.
“See, its hard to get these clouds right, the damn things keep moving.” She
touched the canvas with her thumb and intentionally tried to smudge a grey mass
of cloud in her picture.
Isaac looked out
over the water. “We may get rain.”
“I hope not.”
She said. “I’ll never get this picture done.”
“Well, how about
you take a little break then? We can do some shopping…”
“Okay.” She
smiled. “Just let me bring this stuff in and wash up.” She showed him her hands
which were nearly black with pastel color.
“How about I
bring this stuff in and you wash up?”
She laughed.
“Okay, if you insist.” She stood on her toes to kiss his cheek and walked into
the bedroom, blissfully happy.