Page 62 of Unspoken Confessions
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Nick
I blinked myself awake. For a moment, I wondered where the fuck I was and how I’d ended up here. But then I looked at the headboard and everything came flowing back into my brain.
And that was when I realized I was in the bed alone.
Disappointment hit me in the chest, but only for a moment because I let other things in.
I’d finally said it out loud. I’d finally set myself free. Well, I guess it was more of a start to setting myself free. Baby steps and all that.
I didn’t want to think about it, so I got out of bed and headed for my room. Since our jogs had been put on pause with the release of those stupid photos, I had a feeling Jameson wasn’t waiting around on me to get up, anyway. I took a shower, still avoiding, and then went downstairs. I was a little nervous about seeing Jameson. What if he expected things to change like flicking a light switch? What if he didn’t and he didn’t even let on that we had this thing going on between us? Okay, so admitting I was gay had not changed anything. It actually might have made it a fuck of a lot more confusing.
The thing was, I didn’t know what I wanted.
Did I want him to stop what he was doing and walk over to me the moment he notice I was there? Did I want him to wrap his arms around me and lightly kiss me good morning no matter who was around? Or did I want him to acknowledge me just enough to know that we had a secret spark there?
I wasn’t sure howoutI wanted to be. I guess I needed to decide what I could handle first. Even if it was just here in my own home. Jameson wasn’t one to push and I was sure he’d follow my lead on this. So, yeah, what did I want?
Well, it didn’t much matter because when I got downstairs the place was quiet.
No one in the kitchen.
No one in the living area.
No one roaming around the back near the pool.
What the hell?
I walked into the office to find Jen, Austin, and Jameson in there, standing around and looking like they were having a very intense chat.
The air was thick and tense.
Instantly, I felt panic shoot through me.
“What’s going on?” I asked quickly.
They all shared a look and I didn’t like that look one bit.
“Do you recognize her?” Jen asked as he held out a printed picture to me.
I grabbed it and studied the image for a long moment.
She didn’t feel familiar. She seemed just like any other woman to me. I probably wouldn’t notice her if I was staring right at her. I didn’t want to say that because the last thing I wanted was to be mean, but it was the truth.
I shook my head and handed the picture back over to Jen.
“No. Why? Who is she?” I asked, eyes going to Jameson because I knew he wouldn’t beat around the bush.
“I was about to go over some things with Jameson and Jen before you walked in. Maybe you can help,” Austin said and he walked over to the desk to pick up the tablet that was laying there.
He showed me a reel of the same woman in the photo jogging past my house. Nearly every day so it seemed. It wasn’t enough to make me feel alert, but clearly they thought there was more to it.
“Her name is Sandra Lofton. She lives here with her mom and step-father. She was also an extra in the movie you just finished.” Austin handed me the picture again. “Do you remember her?”
“Do you think she’s the one that sent me the letters?” I asked.
I felt like they were reaching a bit here.
