04-01-2014, 02:38 PM
A gentle woosh of air caused Jensen to glance up. The bathroom door had opened and Aria had emerged. Wearing nothing but the shirt...? Is something wrong with the pants? A frantic question crossed his mind.
"You have a shower? I don't think this with come clean in there." She indicated the bathroom behind her.
Jensen nodded toward another door across the loft. He'd left it open from having gone in there before. "Off the bedroom, through that way,"
he said.
As she walked, he glanced into the room she'd just left, spying a few of her belongings she'd left in there. It was a lot of stuff to carry for one little gal. It was pretty impressive if he thought about it.
He shrugged and wiped his hands on a towel. When he looked up, his companions were keenly distracted. Connor looked like a kid having just seen his first puppy. That's when the epiphany broke for Jensen, and he knew in his bones just exactly what he'd done without recognizing it.
He swallowed, quite uncomfortable all of a sudden. He shifted and made to busy himself all the more with finding something, anything, in the refrigerator like he could literally hide his head in the sand.
Talk of the Four Corners, a topic much more to his liking, pulled him out of it. He turned away from the fridge empty-handed, and deemed their "meal" complete. He pushed the plate across the island counter like it were a party-platter, and gestured that the men eat up. Although he'd make sure to save some back for Aria. After she gets out of the shower. Oh boy.
He shoved the first bite in his mouth. Surprisingly, the mayo and egg had combined to make a sort of creamy center to the little bologna roll. It wasn't half bad!
He nodded between bites. "Yeah. Dallas, well, Preston Hollow."
Jensen regretted it as soon as he mentioned the affluent neighborhood that was home to sports' stars and former presidents. He swallowed. "Wichita Falls, originally."
Just another small town country boy.
He glanced at Giovanni. The man sounded Italian. In fact, so did Aria, come to think of it.
"You have a shower? I don't think this with come clean in there." She indicated the bathroom behind her.
Jensen nodded toward another door across the loft. He'd left it open from having gone in there before. "Off the bedroom, through that way,"
he said.
As she walked, he glanced into the room she'd just left, spying a few of her belongings she'd left in there. It was a lot of stuff to carry for one little gal. It was pretty impressive if he thought about it.
He shrugged and wiped his hands on a towel. When he looked up, his companions were keenly distracted. Connor looked like a kid having just seen his first puppy. That's when the epiphany broke for Jensen, and he knew in his bones just exactly what he'd done without recognizing it.
He swallowed, quite uncomfortable all of a sudden. He shifted and made to busy himself all the more with finding something, anything, in the refrigerator like he could literally hide his head in the sand.
Talk of the Four Corners, a topic much more to his liking, pulled him out of it. He turned away from the fridge empty-handed, and deemed their "meal" complete. He pushed the plate across the island counter like it were a party-platter, and gestured that the men eat up. Although he'd make sure to save some back for Aria. After she gets out of the shower. Oh boy.
He shoved the first bite in his mouth. Surprisingly, the mayo and egg had combined to make a sort of creamy center to the little bologna roll. It wasn't half bad!
He nodded between bites. "Yeah. Dallas, well, Preston Hollow."
Jensen regretted it as soon as he mentioned the affluent neighborhood that was home to sports' stars and former presidents. He swallowed. "Wichita Falls, originally."
Just another small town country boy.
He glanced at Giovanni. The man sounded Italian. In fact, so did Aria, come to think of it.