I wouldn’t let him watch me undress, and when he came into the room I quickly hid behind the pajama pants in my hands. He came close to me and grinned. He reached out his hand. Instead of taking him into my arms like I really wanted to do I, instead, pushed him away, refusing his advances. He walked away seemingly discouraged. “You’ve never done that before,” I heard him mutter under his breath.
Once I was dressed I came to the bed to lay down, careful not to touch him. I had no intentions of speaking a single word to him – knowing I’d definitely say the wrong thing.
It seemed that that was the only thing I could be sure of as of late. I’d say something innocently, he’d take it the wrong way, and in turn I’d end up in tears. I knew he had been stressed out, work was rough, hours were long, the heat unbearable.
He pressed his warm hand onto the back of my thigh. I winced as chills surged through my body, from my spine to my toes. I prayed he wouldn’t notice, that rather than despise his touch I had actually longed for it. Ached for him.
He pressed his body against my backside. “Baby,” he whispered, “don’t give up on me.” I closed my eyes and quietly took in a breath of air. He continued moving his fingers down my hip to the back of my thigh, “I’m sorry I’ve not been very nice lately…I love you.” I turned to face him, tears on the verge of spilling onto my cheeks. I whispered my love to him as I touched his face. wondering all the while if this was actually happening. An apology?
His lips touched mine just slightly and I pulled away, remembering I had just put on my sticky lip-gloss that he will always and forever complain about. I had been figuring we’d not be within feet of each other for the rest of the night. “My lips are sticky,” I say shaking my head. His hands moved behind my neck pulling me toward his mouth, “I don’t care, baby. I don’t care.” He kissed me hard, his tongue lapping mine softly. Chills once again floating up and down my body.
“Let me show you how much I love you. I want you. Just let me show you,” he urged me, coaxing me into his arms. He moved his fingers through my blonde curls, paused for a moment and smiled the smile that can so easily melt my heart, “You’re beautiful.” He looked deep into my eyes, so deep that it was as if he was searching my soul. So deeply, that I truly believed him. He put his hands on the small of my back and pulled me down onto him as we kissed. With those two simple worlds I relaxed, I let go; I let him touch me anywhere he wanted to. With tears rolling down my flushed cheeks, I watched as we changed from being two people into one.
And for the first time in a long while, we actually were.
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Maybe, kind of corny...But, a true story none the less....Who knew that love could be clumsy, and silly, and that two people who love each other can argue and get upset over the simplest and silliest things?! Well, I know now....It happens on a regular basis....But it seems, the good times always have and always will out weigh the bad.
Thanks for readin'
~Perdy
