Then I relaxed beneath him letting out a small, contented sigh as I sank into the cushions of the couch. Dan was looking down at me and a small, triumphant smile lifted his lips.
“Still think I haven’t got it?”
I smiled and pulled him closer. “I’ll never say that again.”
Dan rolled off and pulled the blankets up around us. I closed my eyes and let the darkness envelop me.
CHAPTER 7
Dan
Morning crept in slow.And I let it. I was in no rush to get up. The only sounds were the dying fire and Lorraine’s steady breathing.
She lay beside me, her short grey hair wild against the pillow. I marvelled at how messy it was. We hadn’t even had crazy, wild sex. That was probably beyond us at our age. What we did have was better—more intimate, sensual, perfect.
The blankets were tucked around us, creating a cocoon of warmth. One of her hands rested on my chest.
I didn’t move. Didn’t want to. I’d dreamed of moments like these for most of my life. Moments of quiet where it was just the two of us. Us. Her and me. Not saying a word, because we didn’t need to…not because she was asleep. That last thought kind of ruined the whole romance of it.
I let out a soft chuckle. At least I wasn’t completely delusional. She was here willingly. It wasn’t like I’d tricked her or kidnapped her.
I trailed my fingers along her arm. Her skin was warm and silky. Over fifty years, and she was finally lying in my arms, and I didn’t want to forget a moment of it. The fact was, I had been probably in love with Lorraine ever since our first day at school when she punched someone for trying to push in front of me at the slide. I don’t even know if she remembered that.
She stirred, and her eyes blinked open slowly. When our eyes met, she smiled a small, secret, sleepy smile. The kind that felt like it was meant only for me. Well, der, who else would it be for. I was the only one here. Regardless, I’d never get tired of seeing it.
“Good morning,” she said, her voice husky.
“It sure is.”
She smirked. “I wonder why.”
Cheeky.
“Let’s see, the woman who I’ve been asking to go on a date with me for the past, twenty…thirty years, finally said yes, and then after a romping good time she told me I still had it.”
“I don’t recall saying that exactly.”
I grunted. “Just so you know, you weren’t too bad yourself.”
A blush rose on her cheeks and then her eyes widened. “You arenotgoing to tell Isabelle that you were riding out the storm.”
I laughed. “That is on a need-to-know basis. And she does not need to know.”
She gave me a sly grin. “Did that earn her two weeks paid work?”
I shook my head. “That little rascal.”
She stretched and glanced toward the window. “Still snowing?”
“Hard to tell. Everything’s white out there.”
“If we’re snowed in... we’ll just have to find a way to pass the time.”
“I can think of a few.”
She laughed and sat up, taking a blanket with her. “I hate to disappoint you, but this old lady has an old lady bladder that she needs to empty.”
She stood up and grabbed my flannel shirt off our pile of clothes and headed to the bathroom.
