In my head

***Chrissy***

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It's been over an hour and a half since we arrived at Egan’s place, it's heavenly. At least, compared to my small apartment—this is enormous. I wasn't born into a classical home but I would not forget some etiquette Mom had taught me, I've kept a presentable composure. Thanks to Mom. Unfortunately or rather, fortunately, Egan’s parents had left before we came in, we were like ten minutes apart; I'not so good with words especially when have elderly ones to deal with, I'm most likely to screw up clumsily. I must say, Egan is something I can't explain. He's cute and sociable but I just don't see him the way I see Dayle, regardless of everything that he's done to me.
“Would you like us to... feel the water? It's getting hot. Yeah?” he asks snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Uhm...” my fingers roam around my nape, I'm indecisive and I can't help it. I'm just...
“We wouldn't, that's if you don't buy the idea!” he adds with a smirk holding my arms tenderly and I feel some bumps on my skin. I lift my head to stare into his eyes, those engulfing eyes that most girls admire, they are soft. That's the only thing I can figure out.
“No! Let's try it out! I must warn you, I'm not much of a swimmer...” I spill out before the words freeze and he laughs.
“Is that another way of saying ‘I’m scared of water?’ Hmm? Don't worry, I got you!” he says and that's sweet of him, he got me.
“Mm-hmm!” I can't say much. He wraps his warm arm around my shoulders as we proceed towards the stairway where a maid is standing like she's waiting for his orders.
“Greta? Could you take care of MY guest? We’re about to hit the pool!” he says and the lady curtly smiles at us. “I'll see you in 10 minutes, baby!” he whispers in my ears before walking away. He's already on the phone with someone.
Emerging the stairs isn't just the thing, my nervousness is taking the best of me. Everything about Egan seems pretty, and so I ask myself, where is the PLAYER in him? Is he really this sweet or is it just me?

It doesn't last more than ten minutes and we are done, I'm wearing a Purple trikini, I have a lot of skin showing off, and seriously, it's the only ilks available. I wrap a white towel around my waist as I manage to carry along my feet in the pair of Gucci flip-flops. The lady leads to the inground poolside, it's awesome and grande.
“Just in case you need anything, ma'am, I'm only a call away!” the lady says to me and I nod curtly. She walks away and I skim the area and there's no son of Egan. I unwrap the towel and gently place it on one of the deck chairs, I take a moment to breathe in and out before I dive in.
Glide. Glide. Glide.
It feels cold at first but not anymore. I plop out my head and that's when I realize that Egan is standing over me with a precise smile that's weakening. And then, I see Greta somewhere around. Is she recording us or what? Fuck it, Egan and his things. I swiftly roll my eyes. He enters the pool, this is the first time I'm seeing his body, he's fucking hot. Oh, Hemsville girls, I see why you all love the trio, PLAYERZ.
He swims toward me with a smile, he doesn't have plans of hiding it and I am just there, hanging. He stops in front of me.
“You are... gorgeous, Chrissy!” he calmly says.
“You are blowing me—”
“I swear it, I mean it. You're very pretty!” his hands rest on my waist, and I shyly wrap my arms around his neck. “I have been a coward weeks ago—for years but not anymore, I'm sorry. Sincerely. Even if you don't believe anything I say, please believe this.”
“Egan—” he cuts me off before I say another thing.
“I'm in love with you, Chrissy. I'm sure you know that I can’t even stick with friendship alone!” he says, how do I digest this? I expected this but not this instant.
“Egan, I'm not disagreeing. I'm not the one for you, I- I—” The rest of the words hang in my throat. Fuck me, when will I learn how to be very confident? I ask myself.
“It doesn't matter! I'll prove to you that we are good for each other. However you want us to be,” he pulls me a bit closer as I've just gone a mile away. “We'll be!”
His words are endearing and soft, and he seems sincere but is it another player trick, or what exactly? Egan is sweet, I can attest to that, he's been there for me when I was mocked at. I like him, no doubt, but then, how can I be all he wants when I see Dayle every fucking time? My dreadful obsession?
One of Egan’s hands caresses my arm, he'd rub it so tenderly that I start to lose my composure, he kisses it slowly and deliberately. Who would have imagined that I would come this far with Egan? Who?
“I feel something for you Chrissy, It's beautiful. It's love. I know it is.”
His words sink deep into my heart and then he leans his face closer to mine, he flattened my soggy hair with his palms, cupping my face to close the tiny fraction between us and suddenly our lips clench.
I don't realize when it happens, it just happens. It's getting deeper and deeper, I can't control myself that much maybe it's because I've suffered emotional rejection—and Egan is either filling the spaces, temporarily. His hands engulf my body caressing each step of the way down to my lower body. His lips hang around my neck, fuck, it's lovely, I throw my head back and the blue sky that has got hints of whitish grey clouds is all I see amidst the pleasure. Once he returns to my lips, we kiss again, and this time, he's holding me tightly. Did he lose me before?
Fuck! I needed this break, I needed to feel better and not damned.
I fall back into the water and start swimming, he catches up with me and we start splattering against each other, laughing at intervals.
“Egan?”
I hear someone call out from behind us and we turn around instantly. Fuck. It's Dayle. What the fuck is he doing here? Why’s he here? Okay, I get it, they are friends but... Fuck. My stomach starts thundering silently.
“Jeez! My man!” Egan hollers at Dayle. Dayle walks off into the large house like he's bad at us—me? Egan turns to me, cupping my face. “I swear, I had no idea that he'd...” he starts to explain
“No... It's fine!” I snap with a smile.
“I'm sorry! Let's go in, yeah?!” he kisses my lips one more time before we step out of the water. He wraps the towel around my waist while he takes him and starts rubbing off his hair. I don't mean to stare at him too much but I can see the dents of his bulge. Chrissy, fix yourself. I remind myself as we walk in.

I see Dayle pacing back and front, left to right in the living room, he seems overtly restless and angry but he tries to feign when Egan comes around him. They shake and hug in their customized way and start talking about something I know nothing of.
Greta hands Dayle a glass of wine and he acknowledges it with a faint smile...
“Er... Gret? Could you help her out, please make sure that she's totally fine, whatever it is that she needs.” Egan says to her while Dayle locks eyes, it's not that nice, it is more like he's warning me about something. I didn't mean to look at him, at least not until I caught him gazing at me.
“She'll see you through, just let her know that know whatever it is that you want, baby!” Egan says to me before kissing me swiftly. What's with the endless kisses? Dayle almost chokes on his wine before looking away. Why did he do that? Gosh, I can't wait to disappear. Did it hurt him? It sure did. I guess.
I follow Greta as we climb the stairs, she starts asking if I enjoyed the water, and of course, I did.
Once we enter the room, I tell Greta to let me handle myself but she is a bit defiant.
“You see my dear, Mr Egan wouldn't like it. Please, let me do my job!” she tops with a smile.
“Okay! I'd like some coffee to... keep warm. No sugar, please!” I lie
“Are you sure that's the only thing?” she asks like she’s unsure.
“Yes. I think. For now. Thanks!” once I tell her, she nods and walks out immediately.
It doesn't take up to a minute, my phone chimes. I reach for it and answer by looking.
“Chrissy? Where the hell are you?” Mom starts yelling, there we go again.
“I'm... I'm with Egan. I mean, I'm on my way. Give me like thirty minutes!” I explain
“Great!” she snaps to calm down, I can picture her face already. It's wringing. “Just hurry okay, we have someone coming over!”
“Like who?” I ask with a perplexed look, I can't remember the last time Mom received a visitor, it had been ages. I mean, the last person was her friend, Shallie, who had relocated to another state. And so, I know no one.
“Owen!”