Tommy is loading the dishwasher and telling me about a movie he loves. Lonesome Dove. I love it too. I think he is shocked I enjoy a good old fashioned western. He has no idea that I am a huge Larry McMurtry fan. I love Gus McCrae.
"I can't believe you like Lonesome Dove. You don't strike me as the type." I am sitting on the couch and crane my head back to look at him. He finishes the dishes and walks over to where I am sitting and plops down next to me.
"I like a lot of things. Just because I didn't go to public school or hung out with you and your friends, doesn't mean I am that sheltered." He is staring at my mouth. I am getting self-conscious. I begin to tap the damp towel on my head.
"Tommy, can I borrow a blow-dryer? Does your mom have one I can use?" He is still staring. I snap my fingers in front of his face.
"Tommy, hey are you there? Is there a blow dryer I can use for my hair?" I am now shaking his hand. He snaps out of it and smiles.
"Yes, come with me to my parents bathroom. I know my mom has a dryer in there." We both get up and head towards the master bedroom. Tina is following as if we need a chaperone.
"Check the vanity drawers, I know there is a dryer in there. When you are done, we can figure out what we are going to do today."
"Can we go by Amy's apartment so I can change my clothes? I probably should go over and spend time with her since I am supposed to be staying there until Monday." He is thinking, I see it in his face.
"I got a better idea. We go over to her place, and pick up your stuff and you come back here and spend the weekend with me. Let's be honest, you are probably going to end up back here tonight and tomorrow night. Plus, Tina likes having you around so you can cuddle with us." He turns and walks out of the room. I hear him calling for Tina as he opens the automatic garage door. He's probably throwing the trash out or something.
My mind wanders back to his plan of me staying over for the weekend. It makes sense, but am I comfortable with this? I am always at ease with him. That is what frightens me. I second guess my calm around him. I don't know why I trust him. His words were that he would protect me. The part that worries me, is that I believe him. I haven't believed any man in over ten years. Men who have loved me, have always disappointed and broken my heart. Will Tommy do the same?
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