Par Jo Lee
He stood there with a soft, almost beautiful smile on his masculine face. He didn’t look well rested which reassured her a bit, even though she was able to catch up with some sleep. Without a word, he took a step towards her and gave her a consuming kiss. The needy, dramatic kind often seen from distance-separated lovers who ached to rejoin once again. His arms held her tightly and securely given her that comfort she’d been craving and needing since this morning when she returned to her empty bed. She hadn’t known she craved an embrace so much until it was lingering on her skin, softly grazing and caressing it. He was so gentle and sweet that while her mouth absorbed his damp tongue which tasted of mint, her eyes blazed with anxious tears waiting to free themselves and spill down her cheeks. He stopped and held her face in his hands, letting his hair hang right over her face.
“Jenny, what’s wrong?”, He asked.
“I don’t know. I feel so lonely.” She admitted, surprised at her own honest response. Now that she’d said it, she knew it was true. She’d come to France to live and find herself yet realized that without family or a steady boyfriend, she did feel a little lonely. After this morning’s episode, Larry’s disappearing act, she really needed to feel loved…even it came at the cost of his unknowing twin. Laurent didn’t suspect anything at all and she wondered if he’d spoken to Larry since last night.
“But I’m here for you. My family is here for you,” She couldn’t help but smile as he stated that genuinely and grabbed her against him as he sat on her bed. She was on his lap, looking at his sunny eyes that had so much love in them. “I’m so sorry about last night. I should’ve followed you. Or called you. But I didn’t want to wake you. If I knew you felt that way, I would have come even though you were mad at me. I’m so sorry I left you alone.” He continued, pressing his head against her chest as she rested her chin in his wild hair. Laurent was delivering a sincere apology yet her mind reverted to what she’d been doing last night. Larry’s long fingers tangled in her hair, his groans, his aggressive bedroom manners, his roughness, his chest against hers while her back grinded against the wall. Heat shooted down to her genitals unwillingly and she winced at the feeling, or rather the remembrance. She was in Laurent’s arms, feeding on the comfort he provided her, the temporary cure to the loneliness she endured, a confirmation that she was good enough for one brother after being deserted by another.
“Have you eaten?” Laurent asked, looking at her like a puppy he wanted to rescue and nurture.
“No, I just woke up.” She replied, well knowing of the protective look he was giving her.
“Let me take you somewhere for lunch!” He said, even though it was way past lunch. She agreed and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. She forgot how much she loved his doting character. With him, she never had to wonder what he was thinking; he would simply tell her and then some. She changed into a white tee with a small pocket on the right breast combined with tight jeans, a man’s cardigan and brown knee-length mid-heel boots for the full preppy look. They went to a well-known eatery called Le Cou de La Giraffe on one of Paris’ busiest streets. He recommended a combination plate on the menu to her as she ordered pineapple juice. The waitresses were cute and she noticed they were all of black or mixed descent with tight, neat chignon updos. She couldn’t help but wonder if the owner was black. She looked up from the menu to find Laurent smiling at one of the waitresses and felt a pang of disappointment. Then she was surprised that it wasn’t jealousy. She didn’t feel jealous at all, just disappointed even though she was fully aware of Laurent’s flirtatious nature. It saddened her momentarily but flashbacks from last night were quicky uprooted in her mind. How could she reprimand him after what she did? Jen felt like a hypocrite and tried to let his ungallant move slide even though it somewhat bothered her. She hated comparing the brothers but knew deep down that Larry would not do that. She didn’t even see him talk to girls when the three of them used to go out. He would stay friendly but almost indifferent to the attention received. He was all about dance and his evolution with this hobby-turned-career. She quietly admired that about him.
“What are you thinking about?” Laurent inquired.
“I saw you checking out the waitress.” Jen replied bluntly. After the depressing morning-after she’d endured, she wasn’t in a sugar-coating mood. One brother had deserted her without a word, she wasn’t about to let another pay her another form of disrespect. What about you sleeping with his brother while you play girlfriend with him? Her conscience sneered causing her to shift uncomfortably.
“ohhh, I don’t even realize I do it,” Lau mumbled sheepishly. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s whatever.” All of the sudden, she found herself in a bad mood and Lau quickly sensing that began to work his charm to undo her obvious disappointment. He would be damned if he let his senseless flirting ruin his chances. She took a while to warm up to him but once the waitress returned, flirting like a pest and Lau respectfully denied her advances, Jen figured she was the last person to be giving Lau dating etiquette and morals.