“The world is so beautiful from up here,” I said in awe.
“Yes, it is,” Mitch responded softly. Something in his voice made me look at him and I caught him looking at me and not the landscape beneath us. His attention made me blush, which was ridiculous after all that we’d been through. Still, I wasn’t used to people calling me beautiful.
“I only have one regret when it comes to us,” I told him.
Mitch frowned in concern. “You do? What?”
“That I wasn’t your first? If I could go back…”
“I wouldn’t change it,” Mitch said, cutting me off. “It would’ve made our separation that much harder on me when I moved in with my dad.” He reached over and brushed the back of his hand down the side of my face. “Besides, I’d rather focus on making sure you’re my last.”
I pulled him to me and showed him with my kiss how his words made me feel. I knew I would fumble and falter with words at times, but I was confident in my ability to show Mitch how much I loved him.
After our balloon ride, we had a candlelit dinner on the veranda at our cozy bed and breakfast. The entire day and evening had been amazing; I was feeling a little tipsy from more than the bottles of wine we’d shared. I was drunk on him – the way he looked at me, the happiness I saw in his eyes, and the smile I heard in his voice when he said my name.
“We have separate rooms if you want them,” Mitch said when dinner was over. “I’d love to spend the night with you, but I’ll wait if you feel you haven’tromancedme enough yet.”
“I don’t want separate rooms,” I told him. “I want to be with you, Mitch.”
I made love to him slowly, capturing his every breath, sigh, and moan with my mouth. My shoulder ached and threatened to give out, but held my weight as I moved in and out of him. I was lost in a state where words just wouldn’t suffice; I told him how much I loved him with my touch, my kiss, and the pleasure we gave to one another.
Mitch fell asleep in my arms with his head on my good shoulder and I asked myself,How much longer are you going to keep this up and to what point?I didn’t sleep well without him by my side and I absolutely hated not waking up beside him in the morning. Still, I felt in my heart that what we were doing was the best thing for us. I knew it wouldn’t be much longer before I moved back in with Mitch and we marched forward with our relationship.
God help anyone who got in our way.
