as much as he always did,” I said.
“It’s a nice thought, Kid, but I don’t know how proud he’d be of me anymore. Whatever. Ok, enough sad shit,” he said standing up, dusting off his pants. “I’m getting a little tired, Kid. What do you say we call it a night?”
Disappointment washed over me. I didn’t want to leave him, but I wasn’t going to make myself look desperate, so I went along with it.
“Yeah, me too,” I said.
“Don’t look so sad, Kid. Come back to my room with me, the guys should still be out,” he said as we folded his blanket together.
“Ok,” I responded, feeling a little nervous. I liked Ramsey, I really did, but what exactly did he have in mind?
We walked hand in hand along the now vacant beach and made our way back to the Seashore, which seemed like a ghost town compared to what it was earlier in the day. When we arrived at Ramsey’s room, he took his key out of his pocket and opened the door to find his room was teeming with life. At least 20 bodies were crammed inside the tiny space. I could see a look of disgust and anger forming on his face, just as it did at the pool with Nicole. Ramsey led us through the crowd until he spotted Billy.
Pushing and shoving, Ramsey shouted, “Dude, what the hell? Why are all of these people in our room? Get them out of here,” when he came face to face with Billy.
“Fuck off, Ramsey. You know if you didn’t find that little piece next to you, you’d be in here doing lines off of one of these girls stomachs,” Billy answered.
Clenching his jaw and squeezing my hand, as if clenching his fist, Ramsey answered, “Fuck this,” and turned around and led us out the door. Slamming it shut behind us, he let out a long and exaggerated, “Fuuuuck.”
Cautiously, I asked, “What did Billy mean?” as we stood in front of the closed door.
“Nothing, he’s just a drunk asshole,” Ramsey told me. “This is so fucking annoying.”
“We can go to my room,” I suggested.
“No, the last thing I want to wake up to, is Danny. I have an idea,” he said. “Come on,” and just like that, his whole demeanor changed.
Ramsey led us through the parking lot to the office at the Seashore Motel. Through the glass, we could see the shaggy haired attendant at the desk with his head down, probably sleeping. The chime of the bell when we walked through the door must have woken him up, as he came to full attention upon our presence.
“Hey boss,” Ramsey said as we approached the counter.
“What can I do for you two?” the attendant asked.
“I need a room,” Ramsey told him.
“We don’t rent rooms by the hour here. You can go down the block to the Seagate for that,” he said, yawning. I was a little insulted by the shaggy haired man’s words, insinuating that I was the kind of gal who accepted an invitation to rent a room by the hour.
“I don’t want a room by the hour. I already have a room here, it’s under Ramsey. I’d like another room for tonight,” he told the attendant. He then winked at me, almost assuring me that there was no need for me to be insulted. He could read me so well, and we’d only known each other for a short time.
The attendant started tapping the keys on his computer and said, “I only have two rooms dude. The presidential suite and the honeymoon suite. They are both $105 for the night. Which one do you want big spender?”
Looking at him, I said, “Ramsey, I don’t have that kind of money. We don’t need to get a room, we can just stay in mine.”
“The presidential suite, thank you,” Ramsey told him. He turned to me and said, “We’ll save the honeymoon suite for another time, and this was my idea so it’s my treat.”
The attendant spoke again and said, “Do you want me to put that on the card I have on file for you, Mr. Ramsey?”
“No, I’ll just give you cash,” Ramsey answered, and proceeded to pull a wad of cash out of his pocket. I know he said that he inherited some money, but there was no need for an 18 year old to be carrying around that kind of cash. It just struck me as so odd, but I kept my mouth shut. He paid the attendant, signed a piece of paper and grabbed the orange key ring that would open the door to room 101.
The presidential suite at the Seashore was just as gross as all of the other rooms. It was decorated exactly the same as mine. The only thing that made the presidential suite different from the others was that it was a tad bigger and had a mini kitchen. Big shit.
I have to admit that exhaustion was falling upon me, and I was fighting to overcome it. I wanted to spend every waking moment I could with Ramsey until I had to go home the next day. Ramsey immediately headed toward the T.V. and fetched the remote control to put the television on, while I made a bee line for the bathroom. I had all of those wine coolers and beers and hadn’t peed in hours. Squatting above that toilet was the biggest relief for me that night. As I sat there, I started getting nervous. I was into this guy, I was, and he got us a room. Was he hoping to get laid? David was the only person I had slept with and I just met Ramsey that day. I so wasn’t that girl, and I wasn’t about to become something I wasn’t.
When I was done, I washed my hands and headed back into the non-grandeur of the presidential suite. Ramsey was laid out on the bed on his back, remote in hand flicking through the channels. I walked over to the bed, slipped my flips off and lay down beside him.
“I’m exhausted Kid, how about you?” he asked.
“Honestly, I’m so tired too. I just want to go to sleep. I wish I had my pj’s though,” I admitted.
“You can always sleep naked,” Ramsey said laughing suggestively.
“Not tonight, buddy,” I answered with a laugh.
“Wow,” he said, sounding a little surprised. “Usually when I ask girls to take their clothes off, they are more than happy to oblige.” His arrogance annoyed me until he said, “You’re the first to actually say no. I think I dig it.”
“Well if that’s true, then I’m definitely not taking my clothes off for you. I can’t believe you just said that,” I squealed.
Laughing, he said, “Well, not every time, Karen, but usually when I put the moves on girls, they are extremely receptive.”
“And I’m not?” I asked.
“No I don’t mean it like that. You are extremely receptive to me. I can feel it when I kiss you, when I touch you,” he said, turning and leaning into my body. He placed his hand on my belly which sent shocks through my body. “I’ve never felt the way I do when I’m with you, with anyone else. When I’m with girls, they do whatever I want. It’s actually kind of pathetic. I like that you have boundaries. It means you respect yourself, and I couldn’t respect that more. I didn’t get this room so I can have sex with you, although it would be nice,” he said with a salacious grin. “I like how I feel when I’m around you. I can actually talk to you, and I like being able to get things out. I told you more stuff about my life tonight than I told my therapist over the course of a year. I just wanted to spend some more time with you alone, before I head home in the morning,” he said, turning onto his back and putting his hands behind his head.
I couldn’t have been more turned on than that moment. This gorgeous, intriguing man who had opened up to me, was telling me all of these wonderful things and I couldn’t help but jump on top of him.
I placed my body over his, straddling him, while I lowered my lips to meet his. Once again, magic. He moved his hands from behind his head and placed them around my back. He held on to me as he turned us over so that now I was the one lying on my back. As he moved his lips from my mouth to my ear, then down my neck and across my collarbone, I was in a frenzy. His hands explored my body over my clothes, yet it was still an amazingly tantalizing experience. His hand had moved down