The woman he saw me to be.
And she wasn’t half bad.
On my journey to the kitchen, I hesitated outside Dair’s door, wondering what he’d do if I went in and climbed in bed with him, just to cuddle.
It’d be interesting to see what cuddling with that big, strong body would feel like. Pressing up against it while kissing was sublime. Cuddling, I figured, would be everything.
He’d probably want more than cuddling, though, (so did I). And since, during our first kiss, it felt like we were two seconds from banging on the kitchen island with his mum and my dad right outside, I didn’t think it was a good idea to tempt fate.
He’d kissed me a lot while we were in Sedona. Small pecks or hard presses here, there and everywhere. Whenever the urge took him, he curled me into him and laid one on me.
We didn’t bicker about that.
On no we did not.
I loved it.
Even so, it was a daylong tease.
And again, they were leaving.
It was way too soon (in my estimation) to level up in that manner of our relationship. And it wasn’t the time, with Dad and Dair’s family around.
But with the way Dair was, all of it, not to mention my very long, very dry spell, I knew I wouldn’t want to wait too long to do that levelling up.
Like, when I was in Scotland.
I had a feeling that was something to look forward to.
Very much.
But now he was going to be over three thousand miles away (and yes, I looked it up). And that was when I was in New York. It was a lot further from Prescott.
On this depressing thought, I resumed my journey to the kitchen and found Kenna there making a cup of tea.
“Good morning,” I greeted.
“Guid mornin’, lass,” she replied on a smile.
I studied her closely.
The heavy was still in her bearing. The pain etched into her face. Neither was a surprise.
But the smile was authentic.
“I came down to see what to make for breakfast,” I told her. “Any preferences? Or I could run into town and buy some donuts from Bosa.”
“Ah, American donuts,” she sighed longingly.
That decided it.
“Are there donuts you particularly like? Davi? Dair?” I needed to know them all, but I was especially interested in Dair.
“Both my children have sweet teeth, as do I, so whatever ye decide. I doubt they’ll be picky.”
I’d get several of each selection so no one would feel like they didn’t get what they wanted. I certainly wouldn’t mind having leftover donuts around when they were gone (Dad was leaving tomorrow). They might get stale, but nothing ten seconds in the microwave and a quick scarf down my gullet wouldn’t cure.
“I’ll go get dressed and pop into town,” I said, moving to set up a travel mug so I could take some coffee with me.
