Always On My Mind (pt2)
Word Count: 1740
Author’s Note: Gavin is such a blank palette that I’m basically going off what Karl said about him in interviews and stuff to make him a more well-rounded guy. Not such a baddie after all, I guess.
You were surprisingly nervous on Sunday. You slept late, as you always did when you worked at the bar, and rolled out of bed just before noon. You puttered about the house for a while, cleaning the kitchen, ironing your laundry, making things tidier than usual. And then you realized you were doing all those things in anticipation of inviting Gavin in after your date. You nearly dropped a plate when it dawned on you. It didn’t stop you, though, and once your tiny kitchen and living room were spotless, you headed to the shower. He’d seen you in bar clothes, with your hair up, on a Friday when you hadn’t been anticipating handsome customers. Now he needed to see you looking your best, so he knew you weren’t just some girl he’d picked up at a bar, ready to knock boots on a first date. Even if that’s exactly what you were.
You kept thinking about the way his hands felt on you when he’d walked you home, and you were caught between being embarrassed that you were considering inviting him in and feeling empowered by his obvious desire. You shook your head and went back to curling your hair. You’d picked up a fashion magazine on the way to the bar on Saturday night, hoping for some tips on making your hair look a little more current, but you weren’t brave enough to cut the long waves into layers and attempt hair like Farrah’s, and there wasn’t enough spray on the planet to hold your heavy locks into some of the more fashion-forward looks. You settled on smoothing the fly-aways and adding some curl to the ends.