I Love My Side of the Story by Sabrina Lacey Read Free Book Online

You’ve worked really
hard to get where you are and if I didn’t get the part, I’m sure you thought it
would come between us.”
    I’m so relieved! “I did. That’s exactly what I was
thinking.”
    “There will be other projects for me. This is a
big one and you want to make sure you bring in ‘names’ and people with more
credits on their resume. It’s okay.”
      “Oh
Josh. I’m sorry. You’re a wonderful actor. It’s just that we’re so new and it
scares me where it could go, you know, if it went bad? Like… this.”
    “Yeah. This sucked really bad. I hate fighting.”
    “I hate it, too.”
    He pulls back and searches my eyes. “Don’t lie to
me again.”
    “I promise. Never again.”
    He nods again and closes his eyes, bringing his
forehead again to rest on mine. I shut my eyes, too. “I don’t want to stop
hugging you,” I whisper.
    He pauses and kisses me. I answer the kiss more
passionately, but he pulls away, gives my hand a small squeeze and walks past
me, upstairs. Ouch. Maybe he needs time to process his feelings? I follow him,
not speaking as I look at his back, wondering if he can really let it go.
    Later with most of his things still in boxes, we
go to bed. It’s our first night together in what is now our apartment, but we don’t make love. As he brushes his teeth
after me, I change into a cute little blue tank and short shorts combo that I
think is sexy, but as soon as we climb in, he rolls over. When I hear his
breathing change to how it sounds when he’s sleeping, I can’t help but feel
like he’s faking. After about a half hour, when I hear him really fall asleep,
I know I was right. Dammit.
    We had decided my place was bigger and nicer, and
chose here for our home, over his place. But as we lie here in my bed, I wonder if uprooting him didn’t
make him feel smaller. My place, my things, and it will take some time for him
to feel like it’s his. Especially with us sticking his belongings wherever we
can. Finding room . That’s not a fun
feeling for him, I’m sure. How can it be?
    All of a sudden, I remember.
    I crawl out of bed, quietly go into the closet and
get out the Taxi Driver poster. With it, I tiptoe out into the hallway, get
some double stick tape from a drawer in my kitchen. Since the poster isn’t
framed, this will work fine. In front of the door, where he’d leaned it earlier
this evening, I pull down a picture of a flower I bought years ago and hang his
poster in its stead. My flower photo will look good in the bathroom. Actually
it will look better there. Standing back, I take a look at what I’ve done and
bite my lip, thinking of course his poster should go here. Make room for your
mate, Amber. I mean, really. I can be a huge jerk sometimes. The last couple
weeks have been eye opening for me. I always thought myself above doing bad
things. Who knew?
    When I crawl back into bed, I scoot up to Josh,
spoon my body with his and slide my arm around him. Still sleeping, he curves
to fit me better and his arm moves and covers mine, his hand pulls mine closer
to his body, out of instinct. I breathe in the smell of him and sigh. We’ll get
through this. I fall fast asleep to a night full of sweet dreams.

 
    The Next Morning

 
 
    When I wake up, Josh isn’t in bed. It takes me a
minute before I realize yes, we did just move in and he should be here. All the
time, now, in fact. As fear hits me that he has moved out and left me while I
slept. Why didn’t I set my alarm? Or a booby-trap at the door to wake me if he
tried to leave? I can make this right! I’m not a horrible person!!!
    My voice trembles as I call out, “Josh?!”
    “Yeah?” He pokes his head in through the door, his
hair bed-head messy. “I’m making a bagel. You hungry? You want one?”
    Relief rushes through me and I nod, a big smile
spreading fast. “Yes, please.”
    He grins. “Cream cheese?”
    “Sounds perfect.” I bounce out of bed. “I’m just
going to brush my