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Show All the Variables & Other Love Stories 62 Zach shrugged and looked out the window. The hotel was a rustic wood and brick affair with a plaster facade that resembled a Swiss lodge. The lounge opened on the kiddy hill and Zach concentrated on the children wobbling from one end to the other. He was behaving poorly and didn't know why. He was usually very capable in these situations but now felt like a fool. "You wanna come up and watch a movie again?" he asked. "I'd better not." "We could go for a walk or something?" Cara blushed again. "Actually, I think I feel like skiing after all." Zach nodded. He remained seated until she'd left him. It wasn't that he'd never been snubbed before; his romantic endeavors failed as often as not. He usually didn't mind; he knew he wasn't for everybody and there was no shortage of girls. He was half conscious that what he wanted wasn't Cara's presence or even her body; it was a memory of her that gave mysticism back to the world. The sight of her naked body colored all his experience. It had called to something hidden within him and brought an urgency to his days. He had not been ready and was warped because of it. He had always felt unwhole and hoped if he could touch her as she had him, they could share this state together. If there was any such thing as soul mates, it must be this. He suspected that having her would not restore freshness to him but he feared nothing could and, not knowing what else to do, decided her pursuit to be as good a course as any. He wandered around the game room a while and found a handful of girls inviting. He didn't approach them, however, as he had no appetite. He was not in a mood for girls. He could think only of Cara. |
