Winchester Legacy 1.2

Gordon and I had been dating for a few weeks now and every day that I woke up there was a fresh vase of flowers by my bed with some cheesy poem inscribed on the card. I couldn’t help feeling a bit caged.  Sure, I was no Lothario, seriously that guy’s reputation proceeded him everywhere, but I don’ think that I was ready to settle down. I was still young, I still had my career to think about but from the hints that Gordon was dropping, rather heavily in my opinion, it seemed as if he was looking too far into the future for me. I was happy with the present.

Stretching I yawned in the photographer’s face, I smiled when she hastily drew back, and I headed toward the bathroom. After showering I was debating on what to do for the night, since I didn’t have to go to work tomorrow, when I heard a knock on the door.

Frowning I looked through the glass to see Gordon waving at me. Swallowing a sigh I slapped a smile on my face and headed outside. Instantly Gordon leaned in and whispered a naughty bit of something in my ear. Or what he thought was a naughty bit of something. Gordon wasn’t very adventurous in the bedroom. I had suggested a few things one time but from the confused look on his face I had known that they wouldn’t be happening. I was beginning to think that there was a bit of gender confusion going on in our relationship.

“I was wondering if I could stay the night tonight Latonya? I have a business trip early tomorrow and your place is closer to the airport than mine. Besides, I thought we could, you know, enjoy each others company.”

He waggled his eyebrows and I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes. Well, there went my plans for the night, I thought with a twinge of bitterness.  Instead, I grinned and pulled him into the house.

“Where are we headed LaTonya? I mean, we’ve known each other for months now and have been dating for several weeks but we haven’t really talked about our future. Together, I mean, Our future together. Perhaps it’s a little early to think about it but-”

You think, I thought inwardly as he continued to talk. Talking about the future was a sure way to kill my libido and I had been looking forward to some sexy times. If nothing else Gordon was able to scratch an itch. I curled up besides him and slipping my arm around his shoulder pulled him close. He abruptly stopped talking. Thank the Lord, I thought as his hand slipped up under my shirt to cup my breast. He gave it a gentle squeeze and I had to bit my lip in order to prevent myself from snapping at him that I wasn’t going to break. Instead I distantly listened to his breath growing more and more ragged before he rolled on top of me.

I probably sound like a bitch right? But I was content. I might not be in love with Gordon but I did love him. I know that probably makes no sense. And it might seem as if I was using him but I wasn’t. At least I didn’t think I was. Especially when he got as much out of this relationship as I did. So, why did a niggling sense of hatred toward myself always worm it’s way inside my head right when I drifted off to sleep? Was it fair to Gordon to keep seeing him when he was more invested into the relationship than me? I didn’t know the answer and most nights it was the one thought that kept me from falling into a peaceful sleep.

Gordon didn’t believe in sneaking off in the middle of the night either. He would wake me up with a kiss. A kiss that had little to do with finesse and more to do with exuberance.  I had to admit that I did get a kick out of that kiss. It made me feel wanted and what woman didn’t want that? Of course he started doing that kiss more and more since I didn’t complaining.

He even did it in front of a friend he had brought over that he had wanted me to meet. I was horrified that he wanted me to meet his friends. That meant that he was really thinking about our future. I didn’t want to meet any of his friends but how was I supposed to tell him that without hurting his feelings? I could feel his friend staring at me as Gordon ground his lips against mine. I stood stiffly, unable to melt against him as a I normally did, but he didn’t seem to notice. He just released me and then turning me around introduced me to his friend. I don’t even remember her name. All I remember is thinking how horrible her winter outfit was and that she had the same color hair as me. Of course, hers was natural but still…

And while Gordon took her into the house I stood outside in the freezing cold and wondered how in the world I was going to break up with him.