Chapter 12
It was later on that night at around nine when Drew and Jen finished their dinner. Jen picked at her food since her pills were making her stomach queasy. Drew thought there was something wrong, but never bothered to ask. She pushed away her plate and walked into the large bedroom. It had a bathroom, bed, dresser, and closet. She went straight to her suitcase and pulled out a green velvet dress.
"Jen, are you okay?" Drew asked as he walked in. "You barely ate anything. What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I guess I wasn't as hungry as I thought I was. Could you leave while I get dressed? It's only gonna take a sec," she answered.
"Okay," he said, leaving the room. Jen stood up and took off her white blouse and blue jeans.
"Why can't I tell him?" she asked herself. "It's ruining my life. Why did it have to happen to me?" Jen sat on the bed and began to cry softly. She clenched the green dress in her fists as the tears dripped down her face.
A knock came at the door. "Are you ready yet?" Drew asked impatiently.
"Hold on," Jen yelled back. She quickly slipped on the dress and dried her eyes. She walked out the door with a wide smile on her face.
"You look stunning," Drew commented as she walked up to him. He wore a nice pair of cargo pants and a white shirt.
"You don't look half bad yourself," Jen said.
"I was about to ask you to fix that c.d. player, but I got it to work," he began. "I have some c.d.'s in my bag. Hold on while I get them."
Jen sat down on the couch at the edge of the room. She waited for Drew to come back. When he did, she took the c.d.'s from him and read their titles. "98 Degrees, 98 Degrees, Backstreet Boys, 'N Sync, 5ive, and South 65. I love all of them."
"I thought you would. After I saw your room, I figured that you liked this kind of music," Drew said. He popped in the Backstreet Boys c.d. and skipped to track eight, "I'll Never Break Your Heart."
"This is my favorite song," Jen declared.
"I swear by this song that I'll never break your heart," he promised, taking her hand. Drew wrapped his arms around Jen's body tighter and tighter as they danced to the song. After it was over, he took the c.d. out and took one from his pocket.
"What's that?" Jen suspiciously asked.
"Wait and see," Drew answered.
"I'll be your dream. I'll be your wish. I'll be your fantasy . . . ," the song started.
Tears filled Jen's eyes as she recalled their first date. This was the first song that they had danced to. "You remembered," she quietly wept.
"How could I forget?" he asked. Drew held Jen closer for this dance than any other. It was special to them. After it ended, they danced to "God Must Have Spent a Little More Time on You" by 'N Sync and "I'm There" by South 65. They were saving 98 Degrees for another time. At around 12, Jen finally got tired and decided to go to bed.
"You're on the sofa," she ordered. Drew reluctantly accepted and walked into the bedroom to get his clothes. She was happy to get her way.
Two Days Later
"AH!" Jen screamed as she lost balance on her skis and fell face first into a pile of snow. She rolled over and began to laugh.
Drew ran to her side to help her up. "You have absolutely no balance," he said, picking Jen up by her hands.
"Thank you," she took it as a compliment. "I told you I wouldn't be able to ski. After two days of trying to learn, I still don't get it."
"Okay, I should have trusted you on that. Let's go to our room. It's getting dark and I'm hungry," Drew complained.
"You're always hungry," Jen retorted. She held on to his hand until they reached the lodge.
Putting away their skis, Drew suggested, "How about going out to dinner at a restaurant?"
"Okay, but I need to change into something more comfortable. You wait for me down here and I'll go get dressed," Jen said. Drew gave her the keys to the room and she ran upstairs.
The first thing that she had to do was take her medication. Then she would change into a long black silk skirt and a long sleeve black shirt. Before popping the pill into her mouth, Jen noticed she was running low. "Damn, I need more pills," she told herself. "I'll sneak out tomorrow morning before Drew wakes up and get this refilled."
Jen put on a pair of high heel shoes and a jacket, then went back downstairs to find Drew. It was extremely dark outside, so she couldn't see anything. A hand brushed by her shoulder and she turned to see him standing there.
"Why do you always have to look so phat?" Drew asked as he stared at her tall, thin figure.
"Just because," Jen answered. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his neck. She breath in the sweet scent of his cologne and said, "You smell delicious. What are you wearing?"
"Tommy Hilfiger. Do you like it?" he questioned.
"Yeah," she said. Their limo pulled up and they got in. Drew and Jen ate at a small restaurant at the edge of town. As usual, Jen barely ate anything. Her pills were dominating her stomach, making her feel sick. Drew would give her an occasional look, but never dared to say anything.
He finally built up enough courage and asked, "Jen, I know there's something wrong. You haven't touched your dinner. Are you on drugs or something?"
"Drew! How dare you ask me a question like that? I'm not on drugs! What the hell would makes you think I was on drugs?" she yelled back.
"You don't have to shout to get your point across," he said.
"Well, excuse me! If you didn't ask that question, them maybe I wouldn't yell," Jen angrily retorted.
"Calm down, Jen. You're still a little loud," Drew quietly replied.
"Shut up, Drew! You can't tell me what to do."
"Jen, stop. We're in a restaurant," he warned.
"You stop asking me personal questions while we're out in public," she raised her voice. By this time, Jen was already standing up. She wanted to get out of the restaurant before they began a fight. "I'm leaving. I don't feel like arguing with you. Good-bye, Drew."
"Jen, wait . . . ," he tried to stop her.
"Good-bye, Drew," Jen angrily retorted as she walked out of the restaurant and to the limo. Drew was left behind with every person staring at him for making such a stupid mistake.
Jen told the driver to take her to the lodge. She ran up to her room and locked the door behind her. She sat on the bed and began to bawl her eyes out.
"Why? Why can't I tell him? Why am I holding this off?" Jen wept. "I know he loves me. What am I afraid of?" She began to take off her clothes when the door creaked open.
"Jen, could I talk to you?" Drew pleaded. Jen kept the door to her room closed until she finally though of a way to answer back.
"I'm the one who should be sorry," Jen began before Drew had a chance to apologize. She wrapped a blanket around so he wouldn't see her in a bra and underwear when she opened the door.
"It's not your fault. I shouldn't have asked you if you were on drugs. It was a stupid question that I wasn't even thinking about asking. It was an accident. Let's forget about this whole thing. Is that okay with you?" Drew asked while Jen opened the door.
"Forgive and forget," she whispered. A few more tears fell from her eyes and he wiped them away with his hand.
"I love you, Jen, and I always will. I just want you to know that," he said. Drew walked to the c.d. player and popped in the first 98 Degrees c.d. He flipped to track 12 and began to play it.
"What song is this?" Jen asked. She liked it already.
"One of my favorites, 'Don't Stop the Love,'" he said with a sexy voice. Drew walked back to Jen, picked her up, and carried her to the bed. Within moments, they were passionately kissing each other. Drew pulled the blanket away from Jen's body to reveal her satiny soft skin. He kissed her neck, then went down to her stomach.
Jen closed her eyes and let Drew do whatever he pleased. She was overwhelmed by the tenderness of his kisses. The passion was more than she could handle. She cut herself loose to her deepest, darkest fantasies.