AfterMARK, Part 2

It’s not complicated, but it’s getting there fast

There we were on the couch.  He’d invited me over to watch movies at his place.  When I got there, an interesting smell was in the air. 

I’ve always considered Jack an interesting person.  A conglomerate of characteristics I wouldn’t necessarily put together.  As I mentioned, he was sarcastic but sweet.  His talents were equally diverse; he could tell me the what macros were on computers and explain the best way to prepare chocolate mousse.

Which brings me back to the story at hand.  The warm and creamy aroma of cheesecake.   My weakness had taken wing and waited on the coffee table in front of the television.  His roommate and the neighbors all came over for a piece, but left us to the sofa alone as our movie began.  It was clear he’d put a lot of effort into the night.

Jack’s interest in foreign film intrigued me (as did his wits for technology and cooking) and he offered to share with me his collection of French language (Francophone) films with me.  His eyes lit up as he explained to me the plot.  It was the first time he’d ever looked at me so directly in the eye.

“Imagine say a tiny mining town in Utah—there’s one industry and it drives the whole town.  Move that town with all of its odd people and stories to Quebec and make it a fishing village.  The industry begins to fail, so they decide to trick a doctor into moving to the village in order to be considered for new development and jobs.”

I raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

“You don’t look convinced.  They do all sorts of wacky things like tap his phone to find out his favorite sports, teams, foods, etc. so that they can provide him the perfect place.”

“Now that sounds funny.”

Alone, the lights dimmed, the curtains pulled, we began to watch the movie (Seducing Dr. Lewis). 

Not-so-suddenly, the game had begun.  The is he/will he/ should he game.  We were friends.  But could we be anything more than friends?

An inch at a time, he made his way across the couch to me.  Is this really happening? I asked myself.  What should I do?  Am I even into him? Was liking all of those things about him—his love of foreign film, fine cuisine, technology, and wit—the same as liking Jack?

In an instant, I left behind a few of my countless inhibitions and returned the signals, opening my palm to his.  He took it and he drew closer.  

We spent the night cuddling and left it at that.   I talked about how wonderful Canada was in real life and how I felt like life was turning around for me.  He talked about his accepting family and their trials, and the recent romantic disappointment he'd had with his roommate.  We left it at that.  A good night.  A good movie.  And a good conversation.  No goodnight kiss.  Nothing I wasn’t ready for….or so I thought.

Waking up the next morning, I panicked as if I’d done something on a drunken whim. 

End, Part 2.

Clue: The title of the series falls under the category of reference.  Pay attention to the capitalization.