The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome

*Andy’s POV*

I lay in Gwyn’s embrace, my eyes closed, feeling her steady, strong pulse, and listened to her breathe. I didn’t want to move, I was afraid of what would happen when I did. Gwyn was ‘different,’ ‘intriguing,’ ‘interesting,’ I didn’t fucking care what she was; I just liked her. I was afraid that, as soon as one of us spoke, it would lead to her leaving, and I would never see her again. It was really unusual to find a girl so foul-mouthed; she was clearly a keeper. I smiled to myself.

The shitty nature of my work was that, if I did want to see Gwyn again, I was going to have to continue to be really forward. Not exactly in my nature.

Though we had tomorrow off, our next show was the day after that. Luckily, it was relatively close by (at only two hours away), but I’d either need to rent a car, which would suck, or have Gwyn give me a lift.

I couldn’t think further ahead than that; I just started to panic at the thought and decided there was no point. First I needed to see what Gwyn thought of a real date. But even before that, I needed to clean myself up, piss, and take a dump.

I gripped the base of condom as I gently withdrew, which made both of us wince and groan. I kissed Gwyn’s brow, her cheek, and the corner of her pouty mouth.

Gwyn glanced up at me, and instantly, I sensed that something had changed. She looked a little apprehensive, or maybe embarrassed. She reached for a sheet and hastily covered herself. I needed to go to the bathroom, but I’d seen this happen a few times before, and knew it was best to nip it in the bud. I crawled under the sheet with her, held her hand, and squeezed it. I caressed her face with my other hand.

“Gwyn, look at me. I think you’re beautiful, ok?” She seemed to relax at my touch, which was, with any luck, a good sign.

I took her hand and put it on my chest. I felt kind of like an asshole using a move Ashley had taught me to calm upset hotties down, but it had yet to fail me. I gave Gwyn my very best ‘smoldering lover’ look; holding her hand right over my heart. Sometimes that was enough, but she still seemed a little piqued, so I added, “you’ve had quite an effect on me.” Which wasn’t an exaggeration. That made me blush a little, which was disconcerting, and then I couldn’t help but smile sheepishly. Hopefully I hadn’t blown it.

“Look, I need to use the bathroom-” my throat involuntarily tightened a little and the rest came out a little unevenly- “please don’t just take off. Ok?”

Gwyn looked at me, and I couldn’t read her at all. She bit her lip, and I squeezed her hand. “Ok.” I kissed her and she returned it, but not the way she did before.

Shit. Something was still wrong. Order of action would definitely consist of the following:

1) Go to bathroom.
2) Find out what was wrong with Gwyn -> fix it.
3) Ask Ash later what that fuck went wrong with the ‘You-are-the-Mistress-of-my-Heart’ trick. Too much smolder? Not enough? Maybe I needed to practice in the mirror or something?

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