Chapter Eleven
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| The West Wing My Way Chapter Eleven |
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| Toby and CJ leave the rest of the group in the lounge and head back to their room after dinner. He sits on the bed with his back against the headboard watching CJ pack up her things. "Hey CJ, I'm really sorry about this." She glares at Toby. She's so sick of hearing him apologize. "Toby, it's all right. I forgive you. But, I swear to God, if you apologize one more time, I'll take it back!" | |||||||||||||||||||
| Toby sighs. He's glad she forgives him, but that doesn't make him feel any better. "CJ, you shouldn't have to forgive me! I should have told Andi that you were here. I realize what this looks like, and even though you and I know that things aren't what they seem to be, I know it will hurt your reputation if anyone leaks this to the press. And, I'm sorry about that, too. I love you, and I've hurt you." | |||||||||||||||||||
| CJ zips up her last bag and places it with the others by the door before turning and responding to Toby's apology. "I love you, too, Toby. And, yes, this could hurt my reputation if it got out, but it isn't completely your fault. I could have called Andrea myself. I could have at least asked you if she knew about me. This is as much my fault as it is yours." | |||||||||||||||||||
| Toby scratches his head and mumbles something CJ doesn't quite hear. "What did you say?" Toby looks into her eyes as he speaks. "I don't mean 'I love you, too.' CJ, I--" CJ holds up her hand, motioning for Toby to stop speaking. "Don't, Toby. Just don't." She sighs and runs her fingers through her hair. "Okay, I'm going to run my bags over to Josh's room, and then I'm coming back since you won't let me spend tonight in his room, taking a shower, and going to sleep. I don't feel like talking about this anymore. Andrea is coming tomorrow, I don't want to talk about her tonight." Toby waits until CJ closes the door behind her before he whispers, "I'm in love with you." | |||||||||||||||||||
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| Toby and CJ are standing beside her pool, locked in each other's embrace. Toby's arms are wrapped around CJ's waist, while hers are locked around his neck. She's playing with the curls at the bast of his neck with one hand and clutching his scotch bottle with the other. Toby moans into her mouth and CJ drops the bottle to pull him closer. The bottle hits the concrete with enough force to shatter it into a million pieces and it makes enough noise to shock CJ back to her senses. | |||||||||||||||||||
| She pushes Toby away and wipes her hand across her mouth. The two of them are panting from both a lack of oxygen and a temendous ammount of excitement. "CJ, why did you--" "Toby, we can't--" They both speak at once, but CJ holds up her hand and Toby lets her speak. "Toby, we can't do this. You're married. I won't be that woman. I won't let you make me that woman." | |||||||||||||||||||
| She looks at the shattered bottle of scotch lying on the deck beside Toby. It resembles the walls she had built up around her heart to protect herself from Toby. They, too, are shattered and useless. She thanks God that the bottle shattered. Who knows where the kiss would have ended had the noise not reminded CJ where she was. "I'm gonna get something to clean that up." CJ walks back into the house, leaving a confused and frustrated Toby behind her. He sighs and nods his head, realizing that she is right. He grabs his glass of scotch and heads into the house to call his wife. | |||||||||||||||||||
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