Chapter 13
Brent: Out of the Shadows
I jogged around some walkers as I made my way through the park, Max tugging my arm every step of the way. It was late in the evening. Talking with Ginny in the cafe this morning had been eye opening. She had been right. I was asking her to choose between me and her entire family. It was a selfish choice. I wished I could take back those things I'd said in the hotel. I supposed, either way, she'd never call again. I was just lucky to see her from time to time. Hell, I was her gay friend now. Yes, it was a lie, but it was all that connected us. If she knew the truth, that I was desperately in love with her, it would be over.
I circled that damn fountain, looking at the faces in the crowd, a hobby I'd grown accustomed to. Ginny wasn't here. I didn't want her to be, not anymore. We'd said our goodbyes. I tripped over Max when my phone started buzzing in my pocket. I dug it out, my heart thumping. I knew it couldn't be her, but the possibility, the slim chance made my heart thump. I stared at the caller: private number.
I couldn't believe it. Was it really her? And still blocking me, of course. It kept buzzing. What did she want, to tell me she could never be with me again, to rip my heart out one more time? I was tempted not to answer, to just let it go to voicemail. But of course, my voicemail was, "Hi, it's Brent, leave a message at the beep!"
"Fuck." I swiped to answer and said, "Hello?"
"Hi."
I took in a deep breath and let it out. "Ginny."
"I didn't even make it one day," she said.
"I almost didn't answer," I said. "The way we left things, I'm sorry about what I said. I was out of line. But if you called to tell me it's hopeless, and we'll never see each other again, I'd rather spare myself the heartache."
She was quiet for a moment. "I have finals all week. Friday evening, my mother will expect me home. Saturday, I have a party I can't miss. But Sunday night I'm free. It can't be any other day, because on Monday my family goes to Long Island for two weeks for Christmas. Can we meet?"
I was shocked. "You're not serious."
"I am."
"Ginny..."
"I know how it sounds, like I'm making a booty call or something, but it's not like that. I found the money."
"So?" I said, moving away from the crowds to get some privacy.
"So, it meant a lot, more than you know. It really bothered me that I'd basically paid you for sex. It made everything feel wrong. But not anymore."
"What do you want from me, exactly?" I asked, leaning against the stone barrier near the edge of the lake. "I thought we said our goodbyes. I made it easier for you, didn't I?
"No, you made it harder. It was amazing. Was it just me?"
"Of course not."
"Then don't you want to be together again for one more night?"
"And after that?"
She paused. "Then another night. We'll figure it out after Sunday."
"And we'll keep doing this every week, just meeting up, having sex?"
"I don't know. I don't have a plan. I just know I want to see you, be with you, make love to you."
"I can't afford a hotel like that every week."
"We'll use the cash you gave me. It will be our secret love fund. Just for us, nothing else."
"So, what does that make me?" I asked. "Am I a boyfriend? Just a friend? A stranger? Tell me, Ginny."
She was quiet. "You're a secret, and you have to stay that way."
I scoffed. I sank down, sitting on the cold pavement, my knees to my chest. "So, we're not official? We're just meeting up for sex?"
"Look, I'm trying here, okay? Do you want to try with me or not?"
"Of course, I do. But I want you to tell me one day we'll come out of the shadows."
"Beau, you have to understand, what we have, no one can ever know about it, especially my family. It has to be a secret forever."
"So, you're telling me this will never be more than a weekly hookup?"
"Yes."
"Wow, and I thought taking money for sex made me feel cheap."
"I'm sorry, okay? You know how I feel about you, but this is all I can offer. I want you so bad, but I can't have you, and you can't have me. All we can have is a taste of each other. That's it."
I rubbed my face. Max was looking at me. He whimpered.
"And what about when we're not together?" I asked. "Are you going to start dating someone else? Do I have to share you with some other guy while I'm wondering when you'll call me next? Are you gonna block your number forever? Is this all one way?"
"I, I hadn't thought about stuff like that."
"Well, do you want me to be loyal to you? Do you want me to date other women? Which is it?"
"Do you want to date other women?" she asked softly.
"Hell, no. I don't want anyone else but you."
"I don't want anyone else but you either," she said. "It would break my heart if you told me that you found someone else."
"Then are we exclusive?" I asked. "Because having you once a week is hard enough, but knowing you're with some other guy would kill me."
"Okay, we're exclusive," she said. "I promise, just you and me. I won't be with any other guys."
"So, it's a relationship, just in the shadows, once a week, and nothing else? I can't go out with you? I can't introduce you to my friends and family? I can't take you to dinner? I can't skate with you at Rockefeller Rink?"
"I can't risk someone seeing us together."
"So, it's still just sex?"
"No, Beau. It's so much more than sex. It's us, together, connecting, sharing the night, making love. We can do so much more than just have sex. You took me on a date with whispers. Take me on a date again. Dance with me. Watch a movie with me. Order delivery. Tell me all your secrets. Don't be cynical about this, please. I know it's a bad deal. But this is it, Beau. This is all we get. Do you want it or not? Because it's all I can offer."
I had my hand in my hair. How could I refuse her? I was hooked now, so madly in love I didn't know how to escape. "Deal."
"Okay," she said, excitement rising in her voice. "So, exclusive?"
"Exclusive."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"Sunday?"
"Where?"
"Same place," she said. "I'll book it and pay with cash."
"On one condition," I said.
"What?" she asked.
"I don't want to wear that mask again. I want to show you who I am. And I want to use my real name."
"Oh." She paused for a moment. "Okay. Yes, you're right. There's no point in hiding that now."
"And I want your phone number."
"Beau, please. I can't have you calling me. If you called at a bad time--"
"That's the deal. My name, my face, your number. Those are my conditions. I'm not going to be left so far in the dark I can't even contact you, where you can just walk away from me without even saying goodbye to my face."
"Okay, you're right. I'm sorry. We'll do that. That's more than fair."
I put my head back against the hard, unforgiving stone wall. "I can't believe we're doing this."
"I know. I can't either. But I'm excited, really excited."
"Me too," I said softly. "It's not going to be easy to wait, let alone say goodbye next time."
"I'll make it worth the wait, and when we say goodbye next time, we know we'll see each other again."
Max barked when another dog passed. The other dog barked too.
"What was that? Is that a dog?"
"Yes, I'm at the park, at the fountain. There's a couple of dogs barking at each other."
Max barked again. I tugged on his leash to control him.
"You're there now?"
"I'm always here at 7:00 p.m., Ginny."
"You mean if I walked there right now, I'd find you?"