“Again, I’m sure he was just busy. Wait until he gets home before you pass final judgment.” She’s right of course.
But something tells me that I’m not going to get a different demeanor about the situation once he’s home for the day.
Chapter 19
It’sfinallytheFridayof the reunion and I couldn’t be more anxious. My whole body feels like it’s trembling in anticipation, but not in a good way.
Things with Trent have been unnecessarily tense, and I know it’s all focused around the possibility of running into David. He’s even told me that he doesn’t understand why he’s hyped up about it because he clearly won, whatever I’m worth as a prize, but he’s amped up all the same.
Right now, I’m just trying to get through the day without throwing up and not looking at the clock every five minutes. So far, I’m failing on the latter. Every time I swear an eternity has gone by, but as though time is mocking me, it’s been no more than six minutes every single time.
I should be busying myself with something productive, like cleaning the house. But I despise cleaning on an atomic level. All emails and reports are caught up for being class mom and PTA member. Sports haven’t started yet. I have nothing to do but sit and wait and stare at the clock.
Trent and I are already packed. I did that last night in anticipation of needing it to be done.
So instead, I sit at my kitchen island and tap my fingernails against it incessantly, my foot bouncing nonstop. Normally at ten in the morning a cup of coffee is welcome, but I’m afraid it’ll just amp me up even more instead of having the calming effect it often does.
I’m about to give up on my self-appointed stance of not cleaning, when the door swings open and Trent walks in.
Momentarily I’m struck still as a cool wisp of shock coils up my spine, but then I shake the feeling away and jump to attention.
“Hi! What are you doing home so early?”
He lifts and puts his briefcase on the table, shrugging off his sports coat. “Figured I’d come calm you down since you’re surely ready to blast off from your anxiety.”
I clasp my hands together and bend my left leg at the knee. “My hero.”
“So, I’m assuming you’ve been high-strung and staring at the clock for hours?”
“Pretty much.”
His head droops as he chuckles and runs a hand through his hair, tousling it even more than the messy way he styles it. Which of course makes him look even sexier than he normally does.
I give myself a quick glance and take in my oversized pullover and yoga pants. Not exactly screaming sexy.
“I’m going to change. I’ll be down to entertain you in a few.” He leans forward and pecks my cheek as he undoes his tie.
Quickly I dart into the downstairs bathroom and try to liven my curls up a little bit, give them some bounce or give myself something that looks remotely attractive. I can’t run upstairs and change without him noticing me and effectively asking what the hell I’m doing.
Part of me wonders what the hell Iamdoing. Am I going to initiate for once? Unlikely. Somehow, even after all this time, I still get stuck in my head about him turning me down, even though he’s assured me he never would. But sex seems like a great way to pass some time. And it may just relax me enough that I’ll be able to cope until it’s time to leave. Plus, the kids aren’t home to interrupt anything.
The issue I’m experiencing being high-strung right now is how Trent’s been behaving. He just seems distant and disinterested. It’s hard to get him to talk to me and look at me the same way right now, and I don’t understand any of it. Nothing’s even happened yet and he’s acting like I had a whole affair with David. Who I still have no idea if he’s even going to the reunion.
Trent comes down and finds me sitting on the couch, chewing my cuticles. Somehow even in athletic pants and a t-shirt, he looks so attractive. We’re basically wearing the same thing, and he’s so much sexier than I am.
He flops onto the cushion next to me and puts an arm behind my neck, pulling me against him and kissing the top of my head. “It’s going to be fine, Les.”
I push against his chest to meet his eye. “You’re one to talk considering how you’ve been the past week and a half.”
His brow scrunches and his head jerks back. “How I’ve been? And how is that?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know. You’ve admitted to being on edge about the whole reunion and David being there.”
He flinches at the mention of David’s name, and I fight an eyeroll. “On edge sure. But that’s it.”
I sit up straight and pull my legs beneath me. “Are you serious? Your whole attitude has been short and frustrated and just…tense. Over what? The possibility that an ex-boyfriend of mine is going to be at the high school reunion?”
“I don’t like the guy,” he says through gritted teeth. “You can’t blame me for not wanting to be around a guy who slept with my wife.”
