A Body Double For His Obsession
cold where his
f sharp lines and muscle. He moved with a detached grace, a
mine, the weight of him, the rough scrape of his stubble on my ne
ooking at the view. His gaze was distant, lost somewhere I couldn't follow. It happened every
waist. The movement drew his attention. His eyes, the color of sla
but an anchor. He pressed me back into the mattress, his weight a fa
o feel something, anything, to bridge the chasm between us. I wrapped my arms aro
ng against mine with practic
ed away instantly. The sp
h, a dark, expensive piece that matched the coldness in his eyes. There was no after
own clothes from the floor. My actions felt rob
f leather-bound classics before stopping at a small, almost invisible
lens for a long moment,
t of shame and confusion. He said it was for his "peace of mind," a way to remember. I was desperate. I was
in this glass tower. My job was simple: draw him out. Be his companion, his muse, whatever he ne
was desperate to solve. I painted him, sketched him, learned the contours of h
o bed one night, a collision of my hope an
ionship came
ask about
ecords ev
ver to him. I ejected the tiny m
y voice flat. I h
hen back at me. "Le
watched them with me. He took them an
w why
o. I'd brought him coffee, entering his study without knocking for the firs
ements, the curve of my ba
face was
y, moaning his name. The video was one of dozens, a catalog of our time toge
tute because I looked enough like her from a distance. The same dark hair
ent I thought was a breakthrough, was for her.
or him, felt like a dead weight in my chest
ulling me back to the cold penthouse. He was b
n't a
stiff. I filled a glass from the tap a
a word of thanks, d
I'll be gone for a week," he announ
e was calm, but there wa
arrowing slightly. "Y
mile touching my lips. "Have a g
r of confusion in his eyes. He couldn't see the
d and walked out the door
shut, sealing m
ard still in my hand. A small
sion w
me to bring her son
Just no
ly broken. And in that breakin