Fall From Grace(52)

I tiptoed into my room.  I cursed out loud for forgetting to do laundry again, so I kept on my clothes.  Looks like the spin cycle and I have a hot date tomorrow morning.

Slipping under the covers, my cell phone started blaring it’s harsh sirens.  I jumped for the phone, stumbling through my blankets and falling with a hard thud on the floor.  I didn’t bother to look at the number, because I was in so much pain from how I had landed.

“Hello?”  I said through gritted teeth.

“Where are you?” That raspy low sexy voice demanded.  It was angry.

“I’m in bed, Shane.  Honestly, right now I’m on the damn floor.  Why are you calling me?”

“Is Ethan with you?”  It was a whisper; a harsh painful and heartbreaking whisper.  And I didn’t want to hear it.  I didn’t want him to pretend to care about who was with me.  It confused me and scared the hell out of me.  I didn’t want these intense hormonal feelings to overtake my sane mind every time he was in reach of me and his eyes looked at me the way they did.  I didn’t want to be another one of his many.  I was in love with something else.

“No.”

A long sigh floated to my ears overwhelming me.  “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have...”

“Don’t feed me any of your crap, Shane.  I have no idea why you think you can call me at any hour and pretend you give a crap about who I leave a bar with.”

“Stop, Grace.  Please!” Shane yelled into the phone.  “I have a whole speech I need to say and...”

“Yeah, yeah, Shane.  Four whores and seven beers ago...save it, Shane.  I don’t care what you have to say to me.  It’s none of your business if I take home an entire football team.  Are you just pissed because you didn’t get a crack at it first?  You can’t even comprehend how someone isn’t fazed by your rock god status. Well get it through your skull, you’re not a thought in my mind.  So get on with your life.  And don’t be pissed off at me because I tried to do you and your friends a favor by showing you I can play a few instruments.  You don’t want me to play with you guys; fine. I DON’T CARE!”  I poked my finger hard at the end button on my phone, hanging up on him.  There’s no way I’m going to let him get the last word!

My entire body spiked with the heat of the surging adrenaline bolting through my veins.  Beads of sweat burst through my pours.  I pulled my clothes off.  Sleeping in my bra and panties would have to do.  I sank myself into my sheets and curled into a ball.  Closing my eyes, I tried desperately to remember the reasons that I kept moving on.  But just like it’s done so often lately, my mind got muddled and I couldn’t even focus myself on those ancient blue eyes.  Nothing seemed to calm me down.

A soft tapping at the window jarred me to my senses.  Honestly, it made me want to scream and call 911, but like the cheesy horror movie my life was, I went to the window wrapped in my bed sheet and pulled the curtain to the side.  Standing there covered in snow was Shane.  I let the curtain fall back.  I should let him freeze out there.

“Grace, please!  It’s freaking cold out here.”  His voice was muffled from the glass.  I ignored him.  “Grace, I swear I will ring your doorbell until I wake everybody up.  Open the damn window!”

I pushed the curtain aside, unlocked the latch and opened the window.  About a foot of snow seemed to blow in with Shane, although I couldn’t tell which substance was colder.  He surveyed my room, no doubt looking for Ethan.  The relief was visible in his expression.