He said that every time he called. My parents had gotten divorced when I was thirteen, and he lived in Connecticut now, which wasn’t far enough, in my opinion. He called me every now and then, but I always deleted his voice mails.
“I’m sure he does.”
“You should go and see him. I know he misses you.”
“If he missed me, he’d come to see me.”
“I know, Kid. I know.” She sighed, and I twisted my hair around one finger.
“Listen, I’ll call you this weekend and we can talk more, okay?”
“Okay, Kid. Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
I hung up and sat back on my pillows, closing my eyes. A soft knock made me sit up. “What do you want?” I knew it would be Hunter. The door cracked open, and he poked his head in.
“Just wanted to let you know the guys are gone, and Renee went to the library to get some reading done, so if you wanted some privacy you didn’t have to hide in here.”
Renee already had massive amounts of reading since she was a nursing major. She also had a sick obsession with gory descriptions of diseases.
“Where are you going to be?” I said.
“Where do you want me to be?” His smirk was back.
“Wherever I’m not,” I said, getting off my bed and pushing past him into the living room. I really didn’t have any homework that had to get done tonight, so I decided to finish the book he’d so rudely distracted me from reading that morning.
I got out my e-reader and folded myself on the couch. I had to use my left hand to hold it because my right was still recovering from the encounter with Hunter’s face. I should probably have put some more ice on it, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.
The kitchen was spotless, the dishes already in the drainer and all other evidence of the breakfast buffet was gone. Guess cleaning was a hidden talent as well. Darah hadn’t had a chance to make our chore chart yet, but I was sure she was on it.
“Do you mind if I play?”
“No, go ahead,” I said, not looking up from my book.
He went to our room and came back with his guitar. I hadn’t really looked at it the day before, but it had definitely been through the ringer. It was black and dinged and scratched all over. He sat in the chair across from the couch and settled the strap around his neck. I kept reading but waited for him to start.
“Requests?”
“I thought I had to pay for them,” I said.
“I’m feeling generous. I’ll give you a few freebies.”
“How generous.” He strummed a chord. I thought about it for a second. “‘Smooth Criminal.’ Either version.”
He looked surprised for a second, and then he started to play. I couldn’t help but groove to the familiar tune. Against my will, my head bopped and my feet twitched. He didn’t sing, but he played the song and that was enough. He was very talented. When the song ended, he continued to strum a transitional tune.
“Next?”
“‘On My Own.’” There was no way he’d know that one. I’d had a brief obsession with musicals in high school and had a minor part in the community theater production of Les Misérables. I’d wanted more than anything to play Eponine, but there were too many other girls who tried out and had been in theater since they were born, so I didn’t get the part. I’d been mildly crushed for at least a month.
“You think you’re going to stump me, but I assure you, I can play pretty much anything,” he said before he launched into a guitar version of the song.
Honestly, I’d thought even if he knew it, he wouldn’t be able to play it on a guitar. I had been proved wrong again. I was still holding my e-reader, but the book wasn’t captivating me as much as Hunter.
He got lost in the music, throwing his whole body into the song. It was like he wasn’t even aware of what he was doing; he was just getting lost in the music. It was beautiful to watch. Hunter played with everything he had and he was good. No, he wasn’t good. He was amazing. Hypnotic. Could this be the same boy who’d said I was fuckable last night?
He abruptly ended the song, placing his hand on the strings so they’d stop vibrating.
“Free request time over. If you want to pay, I’ll continue.”
I could only imagine what he’d take in payment, so I just picked up my book again. After a few minutes, he started again, just picking out random notes and tunes. He’d play a few lines of a song, enough for me to recognize it, and then it would melt into something else.
“Can I ask you something?” I said a half hour later.
“You can ask whatever you want, doesn’t mean I’m going to answer.” He quickly plucked one string.
“Why are you a business major? I’d rather eat glass than admit it, but you have talent.”
“This?” he said, pointing to the guitar. I nodded. “So I can be a starving artist? There are ten thousand guys with guitars who can play.”
“But if you love doing it, then why wouldn’t you?”
“I am doing it. Right now.”
I just wanted a real answer from him. If I was going to be stuck with him for the rest of the week, we might as well get to know each other. He may have been a jerk, but he was an intriguing one. I wanted to know how he’d become the guy he was. You know, before I tossed him out on his ass.
“You know what I mean.” He shrugged and went back to strumming. “Oh, so you shut down when you don’t want to talk. I see how it is,” I said.
“You don’t want to know about me, Taylor. You really don’t. Trust me when I say those things are not worth knowing.”
“I could be the judge of that, I think.”
He gave me a smile, but it was twisted.
“That’s what they all say. Everyone says they want to know you, but they don’t. They want to know the nice things, the pretty things. No one wants to know the ugly parts, the parts that keep you up at night. They say they’re okay with it, but then they drift away and you never see them again. I’ve seen it happen way too many times. Girls don’t want to know that shit.”
“Maybe this one does.”
His smile appeared again. “That’s what they all say,” he repeated.
I decided to give up and went back to my book. He went back to strumming, and we stayed like that until Darah got back at ten-thirty. She seemed shocked to find us in our current positions, but she recovered quickly.
Renee got back a little while later when the library closed, her eyes glazed over from all the medical terminology she’d tried to cram into her brain in just a few hours. I was exhausted from the previous night, so I wanted to turn in early. I made sure to take my damn pill so I wouldn’t wake everyone up with my night terrors. I was already in bed and had my eyes closed when Hunter came in after his shower.
The smell of his clean skin overwhelmed the room, and I tried to pinpoint what it was. It was something similar to wood or cinnamon. Something warm.
I heard him get into bed and slip his boxers off.
“I don’t know if you’re awake or not, but good night, Taylor.”
I decided to pretend I was asleep. He waited for a response, but when I didn’t give one he rolled over and sighed.
“Damn you,” I heard him say under