Why I Love Him

Chapter Two

I winced at the sound of my alarm going off. I stirred in bed, managing to hit the alarm from my position when I stretched out my hand and felt for the clock in the bedside table. Some items got tossed off the table in the process, creating more background noise for the noisy alarm clock. I didn't open my eyes when I successfully got the alarm to shut up. Instead, I covered myself with my blanket again, trying to hide from the sunlight that had started to flood my bedroom through the open windows.

Open? I thought, frowning a bit when I realized they should be closed — I always closed my windows when I went out and left them close through the night as well. It took a while for the memories of yesterday to flood back into my mind, but when it did my body seemed to shiver at the remembrance of Wayne's touch. My senses were waking up one by one, and I could feel my lightly throbbing back, and I could smell the s*x on me.

Oh. I thought, sitting up on my bed before making to hug my naked chest. I looked around, trying to find any sign of last night, but there was none apart from the open window. I sighed, getting out of bed before taking a shower and doing the laundry. I then went into the kitchen. Ciel was sitting on top of the fridge as usual. He meowed, jumping down to the kitchen counter, making me laugh. I poured out some food for him before going ahead to make breakfast for myself.

As I flipped the eggs in the pan, I couldn't help looking around for any sign that Wayne had at least left a note. I guess he didn't. I thought with a loud sigh, flipping the eggs in the pan once more before dishing them out in a plate.

What am I doing? I asked myself as I shook my head. Had I really expected someone that had disappeared off the face of the earth for a few years, up until yesterday, to leave a note and explain where he went? That would be asking too much.

Nonetheless, memories of last night still filled my mind as I ate my eggs with toast in the living room. Ciel came up to me on the sofa, sitting on my lap as I flipped through channels on the TV in front of me, using the remote. I was lucky to be doing the evening shift today. I worked at a branch of a tech repair store in the city mall — not a wonderful use of my engineering degree, but it paid the bills.

I changed the channel again, squinting at the television when I thought I saw Wayne for a moment. I soon realized that it was him and that I'd somehow landed on the cheap local news station that was making a report of the new branch of his store that he was opening in town. I knew I shouldn't have been so concentrated on Wayne. I knew I should have changed the channel and tried to forget about him since he'd apparently forgotten about me, but I couldn't. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the TV, from the honey-haired man that was talking to the news reporter on it. He was displaying his set of pearly whites as his green eyes twinkled.

It was almost like he was trying to mock me for being so attracted to him, but that was just my mind over thinking things as usual.

He's so handsome. I thought to myself, feeling my lips with the tips of my fingers. I closed my eyes, remembering the kisses we'd shared together through last night.

You're an i***t. A voice in my head said. My eyes peeled open after a while, and I felt a bit ashamed, knowing that the voice in my head was right — I was an i***t. Was I going to let myself continue to fall for the man that had hurt me so much with his departure after college? Was I really going to let someone that had left me behind like an old toy? I'd let him convince me with just his words last night — will I let him do it again if he randomly showed up again?

My gaze moved to the television to find that the report of Wayne was done, and the weather was now being reported instead. I sighed, running a hand through the fur of my cat that was still taking a nap on my lap. I listened to Ciel purr, smiling as I made to change the channel again.

A confused frown made its way to my face when I heard my phone ring. I could hear it just slightly since I'd left it in the kitchen. I muted the noise on the television before straining my ears to see if I'd hear it ring again, and sure enough, it did. I put Ceil on the sofa foam beside me, muttering a small apology before I got up and headed to the kitchen.

I picked up my phone, almost dropping it when I heard the voice at the other end.

"Hello? Johnathan? It's Wayne, are you still there?" Wayne said into the line as I tried to think of what to say.

I thought you were going to disappear again. I said in my head, refraining from saying it out loud even though the words were at the tip of my tongue. Instead, I sighed into the line, running a hand through my dyed blue hair. "How did you get my number?" I asked.

"You had it posted on your fridge on a sticky note," Wayne laughed from the other end, and sure enough when I turned to look at my fridge my phone number was on grand display on a yellow note passed on it. I smiled, chuckling a bit as well. I forgot my number often, so I had it pasted about the place in case I had to read it out to anyone on the phone.

My face hurt from the smile that I was wearing. I could barely believe that Wayne had made the effort to keep in touch with me.

"So, how are you? Are you at work?" he asked, making me hum as I made to open the kitchen windows to let in some fresh air. The place smelt of cat food and eggs.

"Nah, I work a six to ten shift at night," I answered as I walked back into the living room. Ciel was still taking a nap on the sofa, and I made sure not to wake him up as I sat beside his furry body.

I talked to Wayne on the phone for the next hour. He told me about the set up for his new branch. He told me about how he was settling down in town, and he mentioned a lot of other minor details I couldn't really keep up with since most of my focus was on hearing his voice. I smiled throughout our conversation, and my smile became almost painfully large when he mentioned that we should try and talk to each other more often at the end of the conversation.

"Sure, why not," I replied, smiling like an i***t as I stared at the visuals on the muted TV in front of me.

"Great! Have a wonderful rest of the day then, Jon," he said before hanging up. I stared down at my phone after that, letting my thumb touch the screen with fondness as my facial features relaxed. Wayne's trying. I thought, smiling softly. I couldn't help feeling that I might even end up falling more in love with him than I was with him in college — than I was with him now if he kept it up.

I rested my head against the sofa's headrest, sighing as I remembered Wayne — his smile, his honey-colored hair, and deep green eyes.

he was handsome, no doubt, but could his personality change so much that it matched his appearance is in beauty?