Chapter Twelve
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| The West Wing My Way Chapter Twelve |
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| When CJ walks back into the hotel room, Toby is sound asleep with his back to her side of the bed. She decides to wait until morning to take a shower, and quietly slips in beside him. Toby wakes up and hour later to the familiar sound of CJ"s unconscious sobs. She's cried every night they've spent together, and Toby still doesn't understand why. He pulls her closer to him and rubs her back as she cries, just like he has for the past week. And, just like she's done for the past week, CJ snuggles in closer to him when her tears stop, and sleep peacefully with her head on Toby's chest. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Toby's almost asleep when he hears a noise from the other side of his door. It takes him a moment to recognize the sound of a key card in his door, and by then it's too late to do anything. The door to his hotel room flings open, and the over-head light flips on revealing his angry wife standing in the doorway. Andrea looks at the couple in the bed, Toby's hands are still around CJ's waist, and CJ"s still asleep with her head on Toby's chest. "What the hell is going on, Toby?" | |||||||||||||||||||
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| After cleaning up the broken bottle of scotch, CJ retires to her room for the rest of the evening. She doesn't feel hungry, she doesn't feel tired, in fact, she can't feel anything except the memory of Toby's arms around her waist, and she hates herself for that. "Nice one, Claudia Jean." | |||||||||||||||||||
| Talking to herself doesn't seem to be helping, but it's not like she can talk to Toby. She's too upset to face him now. She knew the day she met him that if she ever let him touch her, their relationship would never be the same. She let him touch her anyway. "You've fallen in love with your best frien. Your married best friend. How cliche." | |||||||||||||||||||
| CJ knows that Toby's trying to work things out with Andrea. He's not the kind of man who takes the breakup of a relationship lightly, and that's one of the many things CJ loves about him. How ironic; the thing she loves the most about this difficult man is the one thing stopping her from pursuing him. He knocks on her door, interrupting her self-loathing. "CJ, can I come in and talk for a minute?" | |||||||||||||||||||
| She's never refused him before; why should now be any different? "Yeah, Toby. Come on in." He stands in the doorway to her bedroom, looking at his shoes. "I just got off the phone with Andi. She wants me to come back." Even though CJ had expected him to say something like that, she feels as if someone has ripped her heart out. She hardly has the breath to squeak out a reply. "Good for you, Toby." | |||||||||||||||||||
| Toby rubs the back of his head. "Yeah, well, my plane leaves tomorrow morning. I just thought you'd like to know." CJ mentally shakes herself. Toby wants her to be happy for him. And she is, really, on some level. "Yeah, Toby. I am really happy for you. Do you need help packing?" Toby finally meets her eyes, and she sees the relief in his gaze. He gives her a slight smiles and shakes his head. "I never really unpacked." | |||||||||||||||||||
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