She’s far too beautiful for my bed. She molds to me in all ways, and most of all, I don’t want her to leave. I wonder if she feels this connection, this rope that is no longer long. I care for her for sure, but I can’t pinpoint what else is brewing.
“A shame you’re not staying longer. Now I just have to take you in the shower, on my kitchen counter, and again in my bed with you reverse cowgirl at record speed.”
Harlow rolls to her back like a pancake getting tossed. “Well, I’m not a Lake Spark citizen, and you have Christmas with your family and I’m going to visit my own parents.”
My lips close tightly because I hate time and space suddenly.
“Maybe you can visit me after the new year?” she asks.
Now that sounds like a good idea. “I will take you up on that.”
Her thumb begins to caress my cheek as we lie here naked, with no plans to cover ourselves. “You have to write too. It’s old school, but what kind of writers would we be if we didn’t?”
I chortle a laugh. “Very true. By the way, has this been an inspiration for your writing?”
Harlow snuggles close as my arm snakes around her body. “Completely, which might be a problem, as I’ll just think of you and walk around wet all the time.”
“I should buy you new lace panties, which came from the offside, by the way. Naughty you.”
She laughs again. “Nah, naughty me would be occupying your head and never leaving.”
I’m already there.
I give her a tight smile. “Tomorrow, will we have breakfast here?” I suggest to change the topic.
Harlow nods once. “Only if I get to watch you writing in your office. Something tells me that might be sexy as hell.”
Now I’m amused. “Ditto.”
A silence overcomes us, and we stare at one another, both lost in thought.
Her face turns vulnerable but elated, nonetheless. “I’m happy I’ve unlocked what I’ve been waiting for.”
I fear that’s all I am. A sort of therapy for her.
“That it’s with you feels even better… as if it was always meant to be you,” she adds.
That answer is by far better.
I swipe her hair behind her ear to kiss her cheek because suddenly chaste is me. “A secret.” She begins to broaden her smile. “I wanted to hear that.”
We kiss longingly which can’t help this confusion.
Yet again she reads my mind. “What are we doing?” Her whisper is near desperate.
“I’m not sure,” I reply honestly.
Our answer is only to roll together in an embrace and feel each other again in a way that seems to be strengthening us into an uncertain future that neither of us want to end. Maybe it’s a collision course, something will be thrown our way.
For now, we don’t seem to have a care in the world.
13
HARLOW
Hey, Harlow,
Happy we both survived the holidays; I mean with our families. Albeit, my brother and I timed the turkey frying wrong, yet we all came out in one piece. It was a surprise to see your social media post where you staged your bikini on a mattress next to a towel and your book… an olive-green bikini. How original. That’s good you’re back in writing action. Just double-checking, you don’t basically write what you and I do, right? And if so, I should just make it dirtier between us.
