Snow Cover

Chapter 22 Lying in bed

Colby's POV

The one thing I have wanted for so many years has eluded me for longer than I ever anticipated it ever would, at least for myself. For some people, it's obvious how they are alone because most don't even want the commitment. But for someone who does want that and treats everyone with as much respect as they have given me, it is shocking that I haven't found anyone who wants to be with me like that. It starts to make you wonder what is wrong within the situation. Is it me? Is it the people that are around me? Or is it just the hard circumstances of working in a place where people are coming and going all of the time? So they have to leave once they are brought into my life. I'm not sure, but I was hoping that eventually I would find someone who wanted to stick around.

The urge inside of me for companionship from someone who would appreciate and understand me is much harder to find than you would ever imagine in this world with so many people running rampant within it. Which has seemed to be an uphill battle for the many years of searching. But somehow, in this world that feels so small at the moment, I have found an incredible person who matches my energy, humor, interests, and personality as if we were made for one another. Like two peas in a pod.

I never knew such an instant could be possible, besides in my daydreaming, but here we are. And to say that my mind is blown away after that discovery and even kiss is a complete understatement. Even the cool winter breeze, which is indefinitely bringing a storm in with it, can't seem to cool me down after that heated moment. There is something there between the both of us that I never expected when starting the day.

I don't know how to describe it much better than that. All I know for certain is that it's not just a physical attraction, which is certainly there, but it is so much more than skin deep.. It's everything about her that appears to me within our conversations that shows this could be so much more than I could ever imagine. Seeing the person that she is can be one of the most beautiful moments I have ever shared, and all I can do is be happy that she shared it with me.

I know that I have been told time and time again that when you find the right person for you, then you will know they are the right person for you. I have never had that happen to me over the years to ever be able to confirm any of that. But I was always told, "When you know, you know." So the fact that I feel like this for her after such a small span of time given to get to know her makes me want to think that she is the one for me.

Maybe that is insane to even consider, but then why would I be feeling like this if not? Maybe that is way too much for just meeting a person. But after hours of talking with her, I feel like I have known her for years. The comfort she effortlessly brought into the conversation was something I never expected but what I always wanted, and she brought it without hesitation, showing this is her, and she is not afraid to show her true colors. They are stunning, so I'm glad she wasn't afraid to show the rainbow that expels from her, being incredibly inviting, that I just wanted to talk with her all night. But we both knew that wasn't possible.. Because fate just does what it wants and not what I want, so it wouldn't let it.

It's just my luck that when I finally find someone I strongly connect with, and then finally get to partake in a strong intimate moment with one another, that I would be interrupted. I understand accidentally being interrupted, but why did it have to be when she is expressing how she feels the same as myself. Why couldn't it have just been a little bit longer before the interrupting occurred?

It was hard not to snap at Sammy when she did the interrupting, but I just had to keep reminding myself that Samantha is a nice girl and can handle her own in the restaurant, so I'm sure she stayed in there as long as she could before coming out. I did make sure to let her know I was heading outside for a minute, and she knows that I smoke, so she knew it was going to be a long minute, especially since all the customers have left in good time. So she just wanted to make sure that no one showed up at the last minute to dirty up the place we already cleaned, which I completely understand. I just wish it was a couple of minutes later.

I feel the irritation building with the egging in my mind telling me to go inside and help out my coworker while knowing my heart wants to stay with Julia and see where this could really go.. But im working, and I need to remember that. I huff out, walk into the building with reluctance, not wanting to come back inside at all. I just wanted to stay with Julia the rest of the night or at least as long as she would allow it, and there is a part of me that thinks she feels the same aboit wanting to spend more time together. It wasn't just the kiss it was everything together, somehow life just molding the perfect woman for me, and I couldn't resist letting her know that. But I don't want her to feel uncomfortable or that anything is forced with me either.. so I gave her the chance to choose if she wanted to see me again. Leaving the result of this in her hands.

If she doesn't want to come see me, then I understand, it would suck, but I get it.. I'm a very understanding man and like I said, I won't force things. I just don't want her to feel like she has to see me again, but hopefully, she does. I let the door shut, then clicked behind me as Samantha was sitting there with her arms crossed across her chest. "What?" I ask as she says. "I have plans with s****l escapades as well. You're not the only one who needs to get it in.. now, are you going to actually help me out here, or not?" Sammy asks me this with an attitude that you can tell shows she is not actually mad.

I don't think she could ever be mad at me even if she actually wanted to. I smirk over at her as I state. "Of course I will help you out with that.. that's what I am here for." She smiles over at me as she says. "You're here for my disposal, huh?" I chuckle and shake my head. "Whatever you need, I guess.. I just want to help." I say, sending her a small bow as she laughs, and we start closing this place down.

Julia's POV

I was hoping, that when quickly making my way back to my room, that the cool air would help calm my palpalating heart. But that hope is quickly let down since I am back to my room standing in front of the closed door, listening in to see if I can hear him inside, but all I can hear is my heart beating rapidly in my chest plate. I hold my breath before pressing my ear to the door to not hear a damn thing on the other side. It's silent, which I guess is good, but I still can't calm myself down. I can't get Colby out of my head.

This is not right, no matter how right it felt in the moment and even after. I just want to feel bad about what just happened, but I can't seem to. I know that I should feel bad, I know I'm here with another man and it's wrong for me to do this even though I am single. But the more I think about Colby, the more I actually feel better about how everything panned out. That's probably not a good thing, and I'm probably a horrible person for that thought alone, but something feels so right about Colby. I can't pin point exactly what it is, but there is something about him that feels more right than any other man I have been around. I just want to leave this room to run right back to him, but I can't.. I need to forget that this has ever even happened, but honestly, I don't think I ever could.

Maybe I don't need to ignore this at all, actually, and tell John how I feel about Corey, followed by a ton of heartfelt apologies.. and then tell him how I want to move here, and maybe he won't be too mad knowing how truly I feel about everything. Hopefully he will be understanding of the situation. And to try to help out even more, I might need to reimburse him if anything. That might help. But I'm stressing because I don't know how I could tell him without coming off as a complete assh*le. But is there any way to say that I have an incredibly stronger and more genuine connection with another man than with him and not sound rude? I don't think so. but I would rather be honest than use him or hurt him.. so maybe the earliest I tell him, the better.

I sneak into the room, wondering if John has been there and just mad at me for leaving the room, and that's why he hadn't answered me back when I messaged him multiple times after he told me to get dinner. I look around, but actually, even though it's getting late, he is surprisingly not back in the room.. that's strange. I look around and confirm that, but as that is done, I send one last text trying to make sure that John is alright. But of course, it is not answered, which just annoys me.. wonder what he is out doing? He can't be in meetings still.. right?

A plethora of yawning is leaving my lips, showing how long of a day it really has been. So I change into some pajamas as I climb into the bed, plugging my phone into my charger before closing my eyes and lying down. The exhaustion and comfort consume me almost completely, and my eyes can't even seem to stay open. I close them and lie there for only a couple of minutes before I hear the door to the room opening. this had piqued my interest, so I opened one eye and peek out to see John looking like he was scrambling around the room as if he was panicked or frazzled. He is mumbling to himself as he reaches up and touches something that is on his shirt before getting madder. It's something that seems to be on the collar of his shirt. He gets really irritated once figuring out whatever that is there. So he instantly takes his shirt off and throws it into the trash.

John's heated gaze glares around the room then right at me after that action, but I just quickly close my eyes, pretending I am asleep and hoping he believes that as well. He groans out, going into the bathroom and shutting the door before turning on the shower. Once the pounding of the water ignites, I slowly get up, wandering over to the trash can to look at the shirt he is acting suspicious about. I just dont have a good feeling about why he is acting this way and for my consciousness I need to know why. I lean in toeards the bottom of the bathroom door, using the little bit of light peering out from the door frame. i stare for a moment, just seeing a red stain on the shirt.. it's in a slightly round shape and kind of wet.. wait, is this lipstick on his collar? I have always heard about men coming home with lipstick on the collar but never saw it before.

Why is he hiding being with another woman? Better question is why would he have even invited me if he was planning on getting with another woman? I don't care if that's what he wanted because I want someone else now, but why bring me? To get more s*x from multiple ladies? To have fun with not one but two girls on a vacation making it even more memorable for him? who knows but either reasoning to why, I still don't understand it.. But maybe this will help with the blow I'm about to ignite when I tell him about Colby.

I hear the water turning off as I start to oanic before realizing I am still holding the stained shiet in my hands. So I drop the shirt back into the trash can and quickly tiptoeing across the room. Trying to be as quiet as possible to not alert him that I know anything before hiding in the bed once again.. But this time around, I'm turning my back to the bathroom door to make sure he thinks I am still asleep and none the wiser to his escapades as I try to figure out how to bring this up.