Rene
Sleeping on the couch is a special kind of torture. Rene tosses and turns, not because the couch is uncomfortable, but because Celine is so close he could easily slip into her room, wrap himself around her and just pretend that her parents aren't around. But he won't. He won't make that move until he's invited, or until he can't stand it and time is winding down. He only has so much longer to either last or burst. One or the other and Rene isn't sure which he wants more. The next day is the last day. They don't even really have the night, unless he manages to convince them, but it would be easier to convince Celine to come over for some private planning and then they could have their time without worrying about getting caught and trying to make it work with luck and timing and giant brass balls on both of them. Which is what Rene tells himself until he's able to get to sleep. He's woken to thunder. Looking around, he sees Therese looking out the window and she shakes her head. "We're not going anywhere today." The clouds rolling in are thicker and darker than the ones hanging over the house already.Rene looks towards the sky with a silent thanks until Celine comes out, her hair in a mess, looking around wildly. Then her shoulders slump. "No beach today?" "Sorry, honey." Therese kisses the top of Celine's head. Rene knows he should feel bad, but when his eyes meet Celine's he can tell that she's thinking the same as him. She bites that lush bottom lip, her eyes darken, her cheeks flush, and Rene sucks in a breath and reminds himself now is not the time or place to let his mind go to the gutter, which is immediately where it's aimed when she looks at him like that.
